The question caught Roger off guard, and he staggered a little. His mouth was dry. Roger came here for comfort, but for the first time, he was being grilled by this woman who loved him so much.
Moving away from the comfort of her presence, he stared down through the glass window, seeing the bustling city of Manhattan below him.
Everything seemed so small compared to the storm brewing inside him. "I love Tonia, but she doesn't want me." Since Karen was a good replacement, he could make do with it.
"Because she thinks you are poor," Molly hinted, her voice hitting a nerve. "Roger, you have to decide what you want before I can help you."
Roger swallowed tightly, and his head bobbed before he turned away from the window, staring at the middle-aged woman who looked like someone in
