A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1238

But the longer they stayed together, the more Starla realized Romy wasn't making any moves. She was just... there.

So why was she risking her neck to help?

"You really don't remember me, do you?" Romy asked quietly.

Starla frowned in the dark. "Remember you from where?"

Had their paths crossed before all this?

"I was on a job in Marina City a few years back," Romy explained. "It went sideways. I was bleeding out under an overpass."

"An overpass?"

"Yeah. You thought I was homeless."

Starla blinked. Homeless?

"You tossed me a paper bag full of pastries from a bakery."

The memory hit Starla like a flash of lightning. Yes. She remembered walking past a bridge one evening and seeing someone huddled in the shadows, looking completely destitute. She had bought a bag of food from a nearby bakery and left it for them.

"I hadn't eaten in two days. I was too injured to move, let alone find food," Romy said, her voice dropping.

Starla was stunned. "I didn't realize you were hurt."

"I know. But that bag of food saved my life."

So that was it. Gratitude.

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