Maya understood exactly what Damien meant.
Brandy had made her own choices, and whatever happened between her and Bill Franklin after this was, by all accounts, a matter between the two of them.
From a logical standpoint, Damien wasn’t wrong.
Yet the more Maya thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
She lowered her eyes, gently rubbing her thumb over the back of Damien’s hand.
“Love…”
Damien looked at her, immediately noticing the conflicted expression on her face.
“You’re still thinking about Brandy.”
Maya gave a small nod.
“I know you’re right,” she said softly. “It really isn’t our place to interfere.”
She paused, searching for the right words.
“But… if we have the ability to help someone, I don’t think we should just turn a blind eye.”
Damien remained quiet, giving he
