Ford watched Mia take in the information. It was a risk telling her the truth, but she seemed to hate Martin. She would want to go against his wishes just like Ford did… or so he hoped.
"Why didn't you burn it?" She stared at him.
"I couldn't," Ford told her. "The man was wealthy. If he's gone now, why can't I take that and start a better life? Have everything I never did as a child?"
"You can have all that anyway," Mia frowned. "You could make a life for yourself."
"With what?" He gestured down at the borrowed clothes he was wearing. "When you found me I was half dead. I have nothing of my own. No money for land, nor any skills beyond mining."
She drew in a shaky breath, apparently distracted from her memories for a moment.
"You're much better now," She said. "Much healthier, more able…"
"I don't have what you have," He told her. "A home, a family…"
