Page 85 of Hacking His Code
“I don’t know.”
“Do you need some time off?”
“No. It’s actually good that I’m here so I can keep busy.”
“Do you want to share anything?”
“It’s just that my mother’s primary condition has been fixed, but she may have a completely different condition that caused her new problem. It sounds horrible, but it might be easy to fix.”
“That’s great news…I think,” Remi says with a confused look.
Tears spill down my cheek. “I feel like this is all my fault.”
“Oh, honey—you had nothing to do with your mother’s illness.”
“It’s not that…”
Remi pulls me over to a couch, forcing me to sit. “I want to hear everything.”
Her concern touches me. Remi may be reticent, but she is kind and genuinely cares for her staff and friends.
“It’s so stupid, but I met this guy, and I began working for him. He was able to get my mother on this new drug, and I made her agree to it. While she was receiving the treatment, I was elsewhere. I should have been by her side.”
“Ari, you couldn’t just stop life and sit at the hospital twenty-four-seven. You had an apartment, college—”
“I was fucking the guy that hired me! That night, as she was in pain and being put into a coma, I was…I was—”
“Shh-shh-shh, it’s going to be okay,” Remi whispers, pulling me to her shoulder.
“Obviously, I left the position, and before you guys poached me, I was seriously formatting ebooks and looking to go back to skip tracing.”
“Well, it’s lucky that we found you.”
“And for once, I actually met a man I trusted. Now, I’m destined to be alone.”
Remi pulls back. “Did the guy hurt you?”
“No…”
“Then what happened between you two?”
“Because I was with him while my mom was being put under, there’s no way I can allow myself to continue it.”
“I have a feeling your mother wouldn’t want you beating yourself up like you are. You should give him a call.”
I downcast my eyes. “I can’t. I really let him down. He did so much to help me when I was supposed to be helping him. I left before the project we were working on was complete. He has every right to hate me.”
Remi looks at me with sympathetic eyes. “One thing I’ve learned from my limited experience with men is that there is no real logic to their thought process when it comes to women. The only way for you to know how he feels is for you to ask him directly.”
I snicker. “That’s a tall order.”
“It’s better than wondering what could have been.”
“Well, right now I need to focus all my attention on my mother and getting my life in order.”
Remi frowns.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
