I watch her, the woman who was mine. The woman I still love, even though circumstances have separated us.
"I'm going to help you," I say quietly, but with a determination that comes from my chest. "I know that there are many things that are going to be difficult from now on, but I am going to put it all in front of everything."
She opens her eyes slowly. She listens to me.
"Your father's company... If I have to face anything, I will do it. Work in New York. The contract with Nicanor. Don't worry about any of that now. I'm going to take care of it. I'm going to figure it out."
I'm not thinking about strategies or consequences. I just know that I don't want her to carry more weight than she already has.
She looks at me as if she is trying to understand if I say it out of obligation or s
