apter 205 Craving The Warmth
Does it always follow that the colder one becomes, the more ravenously one longs for warmth? And once that long- sought warmth finally settles into one’s palms, it grows all the harder to surrender it.
He murmured in a voice so soft it was nearly lost to the night, “Quinn, I’ll find your brother.”
Maybe only after I’ve located Rowan will I have the courage to tell her everything.
A few days later, accompanied by her lawyer, Quinn at last came face–to–face with the teenager who had kidnapped Sidonie.
Standing here without the mask he had worn during the livestream, the boy looked slender–thin to the point of seeming fragile–and the delicate lines of his face were a far cry from the menacing expression he had aimed at Sidonie that day.
The difference was so stark it was hard to believe this was the same person at all.
“I heard you wanted to see me?” Quinn asked.
“Yes.” Caleb Lamont fixed his gaze on her, unblinking. “I want to know why you’re helping me. I know Mr. Griffin is only defending me because of you.”
He had seen Quinn before, both on Whitethorn Island and later at the orphanage. Although Andrew Griffin was the Whitethorn family’s lawyer, Caleb was well aware of the rumors the media spun about Julius.
He had even asked Andrew outright why he had taken this case. The reply had been brief. Mr. Whitethorn is helping at someone’s request.
After turning it over in his mind, Caleb concluded that the only person close enough to Julius to make such a request was Quinn; only then would Julius instruct Andrew to defend him.
“I simply felt you needed help,” Quinn said.
Suspicion clouded Caleb’s eyes. “So what do you want from me?”
He had met far too many adults whose kindness came with a price tag. Charity events served to polish reputations, and orphanage visits were merely stages on which to parade their supposed benevolence.
“I don’t need anything,” Quinn replied. “I just don’t want you to ruin your life in the process of chasing the
truth.”
“And you’re really that kind?” Caleb’s wariness never left his face.
Quinn let out a small laugh. “If it will set you at ease, assume I’m not that kind. Maybe one day I’ll ask you for something–but that will have to wait until you’re free again.”
She had turned to leave when Caleb suddenly called after her, “Wait! If you truly mean well, I want you to clear my father’s name!”
With that, right there in the visitation room of the detention center, Caleb dropped to his knees before her.
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