is this young miss?”
“Emily,” I said dryly. “My daughter. Couldn’t afford daycare for her.”
“I will take care of that. If you accept the job, that is.”
“A widow and an orphan isn’t much of a chooser, you know.”
“An orphan?” He raised his eyebrows. “Forgive me my curiosity. Which shelter were you put in?”
“Too many to count. The first one was right in this town, thirty years ago.”
His expression suddenly changed.
He studied my face closely enough to make me uncomfortable.
“You seemed… familiar.”
I raised
