One week passed...
8 a.m, New York time...
Travis stopped the car in his driveway, then got off immediately. He trotted to another door and opened it. The man helped Phoebe to get out of the car because she was still weak, while Alicia carried other things that were in the back seat.
"Careful," Travis whispered as he put his arm around Phoebe's shoulder from the side.
"I can do it myself," Phoebe said, uncomfortable with Travis's growing concern for her. The woman who wore a black dress with white floral motifs couldn't deny that her employer seldom came home because
he was taking care of her in the hospital, even though she was only a maid. The attention made him even more worried about being accused of cheating, and she didn't know what the attention was either.
