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00:00I sang at his father's funeral because I was desperate, not inspired, not honored.
00:06Desperate in the way that hollowed out your chest and made pride feel like a luxury item
00:11you couldn't afford anymore.
00:13The kind of desperate that let you wear a borrowed black dress with a loose hem and
00:17pretend it fit, that let you accept a job singing for a dead man you'd never met while
00:21his powerful family sat ten feet away, judging every breath you took.
00:25The church in Cedar Ridge, Colorado was too grand for someone like me.
00:29St. Augustine's Chapel rose from the mountains like a monument to permanence, stone arches,
00:34stained glass catching the gray winter light, and pews polished by generations of wealthy
00:39grief.
00:40Heat hummed softly through the vents, but my fingers were numb anyway.
00:45I stood at the front, hands clasped so tightly my knuckles ached, staring at the closed mahogany
00:50casket.
00:51I didn't know his father's name when I accepted the job, only that he was important, only that
00:57the check would clear fast.
00:59Behind me, the organ's first note rolled through the chapel.
01:03I drew in a breath and began to sing.
01:05The sound surprised even me.
01:07It came out steady, low at first, then rising, filling the high ceilings, curling into the
01:13corners where sorrow hid.
01:15Singing had always been the one thing I could do without thinking.
01:19It didn't care that my bank account was empty, or that my mother was losing her hair in clumps,
01:23or that I'd lied to my landlord for the third time that month.
01:26My voice just… existed.
01:31Halfway through the first verse, I felt it, that awareness that prickled the back of my
01:35neck, the sense of being seen.
01:38I lifted my eyes.
01:39That's when I saw him.
01:41He stood in the front pew, not seated like the rest of the family.
01:46Tall.
01:47Still.
01:47As if sitting would have been an admission of weakness.
01:51His suit was black, perfectly tailored, but it couldn't disguise the tension in his frame.
01:58His hands were folded in front of him, fingers laced tight, knuckles pale.
02:03His face was carved from restraint.
02:05Strong jaw, high cheekbones, dark hair threaded with silver at the temples.
02:11Forty-something, easily.
02:12But it was his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs.
02:17Steel gray.
02:18Locked on me.
02:19Not wandering.
02:21Not polite.
02:22Focused.
02:23Like he'd forgotten where he was.
02:25Like my voice had pulled him somewhere private.
02:28Somewhere raw.
02:29My throat tightened.
02:31I forced myself to keep singing.
02:34I sang through the weight of his gaze.
02:36Through the ache blooming behind my ribs.
02:38Through the sudden sense that I was standing at the edge of something dangerous.
02:42Every note felt like a confession I hadn't meant to make.
02:45By the time I reached the final phrase, my hands were trembling.
02:49The last note faded into the chapel.
02:52Silence followed.
02:53Thick.
02:54Heavy.
02:55Almost unbearable.
02:56Then someone sniffed.
02:58Then another.
02:59A soft murmur rippled through the pews.
03:02Applause came.
03:03Muted.
03:03Respectful.
03:04Restrained by grief.
03:06But I barely heard it.
03:08I was still looking at him.
03:09He hadn't moved.
03:10He looked...
03:12Wrecked.
03:14I bowed my head and stepped down from the altar, heart pounding, my legs unsteady.
03:19It was over.
03:21That was it.
03:22I'd done my job.
03:23I could disappear quietly, collect my check, and go back to my small apartment with the
03:28flickering kitchen light and the stack of unpaid bills.
03:31I took three steps down the aisle.
03:33Miss?
03:34The voice stopped me cold, low, controlled, frayed around the edges.
03:40I turned.
03:42He was closer than I expected, close enough that I could see the faint shadow of stubble
03:47along his jaw, the fine lines around his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights rather than age.
03:52He reached out, hesitated, then gently closed his hand around my wrist.
03:57The contact sent a shock straight through me.
04:01I'm sorry, he said immediately, releasing me like he'd realized too late what he'd done.
04:07I didn't mean to.
04:08It's okay, I said quickly, my pulse racing.
04:12Yes?
04:13He exhaled, long and slow.
04:16I just wanted to thank you.
04:18That... was exactly what he would have wanted.
04:20I glanced at the casket, then back at him.
04:24I'm glad.
04:25Up close he was devastating.
04:27Not in a flashy way.
04:29In a quiet, heavy way.
04:31Like someone who carried responsibility the way other men carried wallets.
04:34Always, without thought, even when it hurt.
04:37What's your name?
04:39He asked.
04:40Lila, I said.
04:43Lila, he repeated softly.
04:46There was something about the way he said it that made my chest ache.
04:49A woman in pearls and a black veil appeared beside him, clearing her throat.
04:55Ethan, the family.
04:57He nodded once, eyes never leaving mine.
05:00Thank you, he said again.
05:03Elaine will make sure you're paid.
05:05Of course, I murmured.
05:07I turned away before I could embarrass myself.
05:10My face burning, my heart racing like I'd just run a mile.
05:14I didn't look back.
05:15I should have.
05:16Three days later, my landlord taped the eviction notice crookedly to my door.
05:22I stood in the hallway of my apartment building, staring at it, the paper trembling in my hand.
05:27Pass due rent.
05:28Final warning.
05:29Vacate within seven days.
05:31Seven days.
05:33I laughed, a broken, hysterical sound that echoed off the stained walls.
05:37My neighbor's TVs murmured behind closed doors.
05:40Someone's baby cried.
05:42Life went on, indifferent to my quiet unraveling.
05:45I slid down the wall and sat on the floor.
05:48I didn't have seven days.
05:50My phone buzzed in my pocket.
05:52Unknown number.
05:54I wiped my eyes with the heel of my hand and answered.
05:57Hello?
05:58Ms. Harper?
06:00A woman asked, brisk but not unkind.
06:03This is Elaine Turner, executive assistant to Mr. Ethan Cross.
06:08My stomach dropped.
06:09Yes, I said cautiously.
06:12Mr. Cross would like to offer you a temporary position.
06:15I blinked.
06:17A position?
06:18Yes, as a private vocal consultant.
06:21I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself.
06:24I think there's been a mistake.
06:26There hasn't, she replied smoothly.
06:29Mr. Cross was very specific.
06:32My heart hammered.
06:33I don't understand.
06:35He would like you to stay at the Cross estate for a short period.
06:38Room and board provided.
06:40Compensation included.
06:42I pressed my forehead to the wall.
06:44Why?
06:46There was a pause.
06:47A brief, human one.
06:50He believes your voice helps him process his grief, she said carefully.
06:54I closed my eyes.
06:56This was insane.
06:57Inappropriate.
06:58A bad idea wrapped in silk and money.
07:01How long?
07:02I asked.
07:04Two weeks.
07:05Possibly longer, depending on his needs.
07:08And mine, my mind whispered.
07:11I'll email the details, Elaine said.
07:14Transportation can be arranged.
07:16After I hung up, I stayed on the floor for a long time.
07:19Then I packed.
07:20The Cross estate rose out of the mountains like something unreal.
07:24Glass and steel perched on stone, overlooking miles of snow-dusted pine.
07:29It was quiet in a way my life never had been.
07:33No sirens.
07:34No shouting neighbors.
07:35Just the wind and the crunch of gravel under tires.
07:39When the driver opened my door, I hesitated.
07:42I didn't belong here.
07:45Before I could talk myself out of it, the front door opened.
07:48Ethan stepped out.
07:49He wasn't wearing a suit this time.
07:52Just dark slacks and a charcoal sweater that clung to his broad shoulders.
07:56He looked tired.
07:58Less guarded.
07:59More human.
08:01You came, he said.
08:03I needed the job, I answered honestly.
08:06Something unreadable crossed his face.
08:09Respect, maybe.
08:10Or guilt.
08:10Then come inside, he said.
08:14Please.
08:15The house was warm and minimalist.
08:17All clean lines and muted colors.
08:20Art hung on the walls.
08:21Abstract, expensive, carefully chosen.
08:24It didn't feel lived in.
08:25It felt...
08:27managed.
08:27This will be your room, he said, opening a door down the hall.
08:32It was larger than my entire apartment.
08:35Floor-to-ceiling windows.
08:36A bed that looked too perfect to sleep in.
08:39Thank you, I whispered.
08:42He lingered in the doorway.
08:44Lila.
08:45I want to be clear.
08:47You don't owe me anything.
08:48If this feels uncomfortable at any point...
08:51I'll leave, I said.
08:53He nodded.
08:54Good.
08:56That night, lying in unfamiliar silence, I stared at the ceiling.
09:01I told myself this was temporary.
09:03I told myself I was here for money.
09:06I told myself not to think about the way his eyes had looked at me in the chapel.
09:10I failed on all counts.
09:11Because deep down, I already knew the truth.
09:15I hadn't just been hired for my voice.
09:18I'd been invited into his grief.
09:20And grief, once shared, had a way of binding people together,
09:24whether they wanted it to or not.
09:26Living in Ethan Cross's house felt like walking through a museum
09:29curated by a man who didn't allow himself to touch the exhibits.
09:33Everything was pristine, controlled, silent.
09:37Even the air felt measured,
09:39as if emotion itself had been filtered out at some point
09:41and never let back in.
09:43I moved through wide hallways and glass-walled rooms on socked feet,
09:48afraid of making noise,
09:49afraid of leaving fingerprints behind,
09:52afraid of him.
09:53And yet, he was everywhere,
09:55not physically.
09:57Ethan wasn't the kind of man who hovered,
09:59but in presence,
10:01in the low murmur of his voice echoing from his office
10:04during late-night calls,
10:05in the way the house lights dimmed automatically at dusk,
10:08as if anticipating his moods.
10:11In the subtle gravity that pulled me toward the west wing every evening,
10:15where a grand piano sat untouched,
10:17its black surface reflecting the mountain skyline.
10:21That was where he asked me to sing.
10:22The first night, he didn't say much,
10:25just stood by the window,
10:27hands in his pockets,
10:28staring out at the darkening peaks
10:30as I sang something soft and old,
10:32a folk hymn my mother loved.
10:34I watched his reflection in the glass,
10:37his shoulders slowly lowered,
10:39his jaw unclenched.
10:41When I finished,
10:42he didn't turn around.
10:44Thank you,
10:45he said quietly.
10:47That became our routine.
10:50During the day,
10:51I stayed out of his way.
10:53I explored the trails behind the house,
10:55called my mother from the sunlit kitchen,
10:57tried not to think about how surreal it felt
10:59to have a fridge stocked with food
11:01I didn't have to ration.
11:03Sometimes Elaine checked in,
11:04efficient and polite,
11:06reminding me this was temporary.
11:08In the evenings,
11:09Ethan listened.
11:10Sometimes he asked for specific songs.
11:13Sometimes he just said,
11:14Whatever you feel like tonight?
11:17Once,
11:17I caught him watching my hands
11:19instead of my face.
11:20That scared me more than anything,
11:22because I was watching him too.
11:25I noticed how he never sat down while I sang,
11:28as if rest was something he hadn't earned.
11:30How he loosened his tie the moment he got home,
11:32but never removed it completely,
11:34like he was always half ready to return to work.
11:37How his eyes darkened when I sang anything hopeful,
11:40as if optimism was a language he'd forgotten.
11:43We didn't touch.
11:45Not once.
11:46And that restraint hummed between us like a live wire.
11:50One night, after a particularly long day,
11:54judging by the sharp set of his shoulders
11:55and the crease between his brows,
11:57he poured himself a glass of whiskey
11:59and didn't offer me one.
12:01Bad day?
12:02I asked softly.
12:04They're all bad days lately,
12:05he replied.
12:07I finished the song I'd been singing,
12:09letting the last note linger.
12:12You don't have to stay out here.
12:14He turned then,
12:15finally looking at me.
12:17I do.
12:18Something in his voice made my chest tighten.
12:21Why?
12:22I asked.
12:23He hesitated.
12:25Because when you sing,
12:26it's the only time my head goes quiet.
12:28The honesty of that nearly brought me to my knees.
12:32I set the sheet music aside.
12:34Your father?
12:36Yes, he said immediately.
12:38Then after a beat.
12:40And everything else.
12:42I took a step closer without realizing it.
12:44You don't have to carry it alone.
12:47His mouth twitched.
12:48I don't know how not to.
12:51That was the moment I realized
12:52how dangerous this was becoming,
12:54because I wanted to be the one he leaned on,
12:57and because I knew I shouldn't.
12:59The next morning,
13:00a delivery truck arrived
13:02with my name on the box.
13:04Inside was a sleek black dress.
13:06Designer.
13:07Expensive enough to make my stomach flip.
13:10A note was tucked into the tissue paper.
13:13There's a charity gala this Friday.
13:15I'd like you to attend as my guest.
13:18E.
13:18I stared at the dress for a long time.
13:21This crossed a line.
13:22When I found him in his office that afternoon,
13:25sunlight slanting across his desk,
13:27I didn't sit down.
13:28I can't go, I said.
13:30He looked up slowly.
13:32Why not?
13:34Because I work for you,
13:35I said.
13:36Because people will talk.
13:38Because this is already complicated enough.
13:40His jaw tightened.
13:42You don't work for me.
13:43You're here by mutual agreement.
13:45That's not how it looks,
13:47I shot back.
13:49Silence stretched between us.
13:50You're right,
13:52he said finally.
13:54I shouldn't have asked.
13:56Relief flooded me,
13:57and something like disappointment.
13:59I'm sorry,
14:01he added.
14:02I forget sometimes that my world isn't...
14:05neutral ground.
14:06I softened despite myself.
14:09I know you didn't mean anything by it.
14:12His eyes searched my face.
14:14Didn't I?
14:16The question landed hard.
14:18I left before either of us could say something we couldn't take back.
14:22That night, I sang like my heart was breaking.
14:25He didn't stop me when tears slipped down my cheeks mid-song.
14:29He just stood there,
14:30fists clenched at his sides,
14:32looking like it was taking everything he had not to cross the room.
14:36Afterward, he spoke without turning around.
14:39You should take tomorrow off.
14:41Go into town.
14:41Do something normal.
14:43I am normal,
14:45I said weakly.
14:46He almost smiled.
14:48Then remind yourself.
14:50The town was small and quiet,
14:52all rustic storefronts and coffee shops filled with locals who didn't care who Ethan Cross was.
14:57I sat by the window with a latte I didn't have to budget for
15:00and tried to imagine a future that didn't orbit around him.
15:04I failed.
15:05When I returned that evening, the house felt different, tense.
15:10Ethan was in his father's study.
15:12I'd never seen him in there before.
15:14The door was open.
15:15The lights were dim.
15:17A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the desk.
15:20He didn't hear me at first.
15:21I built everything he wanted, he said, voice rough, and it still wasn't enough.
15:28I stepped inside quietly.
15:30Ethan.
15:31He flinched.
15:32I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I said, but you sounded...
15:36Angry?
15:38He finished.
15:39I am.
15:40He gestured at the shelves of awards, photos, commendations.
15:44He never cared about any of this.
15:47He cared about control, about legacy, about turning me into something useful.
15:52You are useful, I said softly.
15:56His laugh was sharp.
15:58There it is.
15:58Always earning.
16:00I moved closer, my heart pounding.
16:02You don't have to earn being loved.
16:05He stared at me like I'd struck him.
16:07Don't, he warned.
16:09Why?
16:10I asked.
16:11Why does that scare you so much?
16:14Because I was standing right in front of him and we both knew it.
16:18He stepped back.
16:20Because if I let myself believe that, then wanting you becomes selfish.
16:25My breath caught.
16:27You want me?
16:28His eyes burned.
16:30That's exactly the problem.
16:31Before I could respond, he turned away.
16:36This can't continue.
16:38The words felt like a slap.
16:40I'll make sure you're paid through the end of the week, he said, and I'll arrange transportation.
16:45I swallowed hard.
16:47You're sending me away.
16:49I'm protecting you, he said tightly.
16:52No, I whispered, you're protecting yourself.
16:56He didn't deny it.
16:58The next morning, Elaine handed me an envelope and a plane ticket.
17:02Savannah, Georgia.
17:04A generous severance check sat inside.
17:07I'm sorry, she said quietly.
17:09He thinks this is for the best.
17:12I nodded, numb.
17:13I didn't get to say goodbye.
17:16As the car pulled away from the estate, I looked back once.
17:20The house stood silent against the mountains.
17:23So did the man inside it.
17:24And for the first time since I'd started singing for him, the quiet felt unbearable.
17:30I told myself leaving was the right thing.
17:33I told myself it had been a temporary arrangement, that nothing real had been taken from me, that
17:38I was returning to my life instead of running from it.
17:40I repeated those lies like a prayer as the plane descended into Savannah, Georgia, the city spread out below me in moss-draped green and soft afternoon light.
17:49But the truth met me the moment my feet touched the ground.
17:53I was grieving.
17:55Not just for the future I'd imagined in quiet, dangerous moments in the mountains, but for the man himself.
18:01For Ethan Cross, who had listened to my voice like it was oxygen.
18:06Who had looked at me like I was something both sacred and forbidden.
18:10Who had pushed me away not because he didn't feel enough, but because he felt too much.
18:16Back home, life resumed its familiar rough edges.
18:20I picked up extra shifts at the diner near Forsyth Park.
18:23I sang at night again.
18:24Small venues, weddings, charity events.
18:27I smiled when people clapped.
18:28I cashed checks that barely stretched far enough.
18:32I sat beside my mother during chemo appointments, holding her hand when the nausea hit, humming softly when she slept.
18:38I did everything I was supposed to do, except forget him.
18:42Some nights I swore I could still feel the quiet of his house.
18:45The way the mountains swallowed sound.
18:47The way his presence filled a room even when he stood perfectly still.
18:51I wondered if he'd replaced me.
18:54If the silence had returned.
18:56If he even thought about me at all.
18:58I tried not to.
19:01Three months passed.
19:03Then one afternoon, my phone buzzed while I was setting up for a fundraiser at the Savannah Civic Center.
19:09Unknown number.
19:10My heart stuttered.
19:12Traitorous and hopeful.
19:13I almost didn't answer.
19:15Hello?
19:16I said.
19:17Lila.
19:17His voice.
19:19His voice.
19:20Low.
19:20Familiar.
19:21Unmistakable.
19:22I had to grip the edge of the stage to stay upright.
19:26Ethan.
19:27I wasn't sure you'd pick up, he said.
19:30I wasn't sure you'd call, I admitted.
19:33A pause.
19:33Thick with everything unsaid.
19:36I'm in Savannah, he said.
19:37For a conference.
19:39Of course he was.
19:40Ethan Cross didn't stop being powerful just because he'd broken my heart.
19:44I see, I said, trying and failing to sound neutral.
19:47I heard your singing tonight, he continued.
19:51My breath caught.
19:53How?
19:54Your name came up, he said quietly.
19:56I didn't plan it.
19:59But when I saw it, I knew I couldn't leave without hearing you again.
20:04I closed my eyes.
20:05I don't know if that's a good idea, I said.
20:08I know, he replied.
20:10But I'm asking anyway.
20:12The old pull surged between us, immediate and undeniable.
20:16I'll be there, he said.
20:18If you want.
20:20I hesitated only a second.
20:22I'll sing either way.
20:23That's fair, he said.
20:25Thank you for answering.
20:27The line went dead.
20:29I stood there long after, heart racing, palms damp, wondering what I'd just agreed to.
20:36That night, the Civic Center buzzed with donors and soft music and the hum of polite conversation.
20:42I wore a simple blue dress I already owned, my hair pinned back, my makeup minimal.
20:47I told myself I was here for the cause, for the kids the fundraiser supported, for the music,
20:53not for him.
20:53I walked onto the stage and scanned the crowd despite myself.
20:58And there he was.
21:00Standing near the back.
21:01No entourage.
21:02No assistant.
21:04Just Ethan.
21:05Older.
21:06Broader somehow.
21:07His suit dark.
21:08His tie loosened.
21:09His eyes found mine instantly.
21:12Something in his expression changed.
21:14Relief.
21:15Longing.
21:16Regret.
21:16I swallowed and began to sing.
21:19The room faded away.
21:21I sang with everything I hadn't said.
21:24Every night I'd missed him.
21:26Every moment I'd wondered if I'd imagined what we'd shared.
21:30My voice trembled.
21:31Then steadied.
21:32Then soared.
21:34Stronger than it had ever been.
21:35When the applause came, it was thunderous.
21:38I stepped off stage, heart pounding.
21:41He was there almost immediately.
21:43Lila, he said.
21:44Ethan.
21:45We stood too close.
21:47Not touching.
21:48Every inch between us alive.
21:50You sound incredible, he said.
21:53Stronger.
21:54So do you, I replied.
21:56Then laughed softly.
21:58I mean, you look.
22:00You look good.
22:01His mouth curved into a faint smile.
22:04I've missed you.
22:05The honesty in his voice cracked something open inside me.
22:09I missed you too, I admitted.
22:12Silence settled between us.
22:13Fragile, but no longer sharp.
22:16Can we talk?
22:17He asked.
22:18Somewhere quiet?
22:20I hesitated.
22:21Then nodded.
22:23We walked through the warm Savannah night.
22:25past gaslit squares and oak trees heavy with moss.
22:29The city felt old and forgiving,
22:32like it had seen worse heartbreaks than ours and survived them all.
22:35We stopped in a small park, empty at this hour.
22:39I was wrong, Ethan said without preamble.
22:42About everything.
22:44I waited.
22:46I thought distance would fix it, he continued.
22:49That if I let you go, the wanting would fade.
22:52It didn't.
22:52It only showed me how empty everything else was without you.
22:56My chest tightened.
22:58Then why did you send me away?
23:00He met my gaze, eyes unguarded.
23:03Because I was raised to believe love was leverage.
23:06And I was terrified that with our age difference, with my money, my position,
23:10I'd become exactly like my father.
23:13You're not, I said fiercely.
23:15You never were.
23:17He shook his head.
23:18I needed to learn how to love without controlling, without rescuing, without buying safety.
23:24I took a step closer.
23:26And did you?
23:28Yes, he said simply.
23:31Because losing you was the worst thing I've ever felt.
23:34And I realized that real love doesn't cage.
23:36It chooses.
23:38Tears burned my eyes.
23:40I don't want to be something you choose out of guilt.
23:44I know, he said.
23:46That's why I'm asking, not offering, not arranging, just asking.
23:51He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope.
23:54I helped your mother, he said quickly.
23:57But not anonymously.
23:59She knows.
24:00She thanked me.
24:01I didn't make decisions for you.
24:03I just showed up.
24:06I swallowed.
24:08She told me.
24:09He exhaled slowly.
24:11I don't want to be your savior, Lila.
24:13I want to be your partner.
24:15Equal, honest, if you'll have me.
24:17The world felt very still.
24:20You hurt me?
24:21I said softly.
24:22I know, he replied.
24:24And I'll spend the rest of my life making that right, if you let me.
24:28I studied his face.
24:31The man who'd been shaped by pressure and grief and expectation.
24:34The man who'd listened to my voice like it mattered.
24:38I won't live in your shadow, I said.
24:40I won't give up my work or my independence.
24:44I would never ask you to, he said immediately.
24:47I'll move or stay or follow your lead.
24:50I just want to walk beside you.
24:52Something warm spread through my chest.
24:55I reached for his hand.
24:57He froze for half a second, then laced his fingers through mine like it was the most natural
25:01thing in the world.
25:02That night, we didn't rush anything.
25:06We talked.
25:07About my childhood.
25:08His father.
25:09My fears.
25:10His mistakes.
25:12We walked until the city slept around us.
25:15Until the weight between us felt lighter.
25:17Kinder.
25:19When he kissed me, it wasn't desperate.
25:22It was reverent.
25:24Months later, I stood on a small outdoor stage in Charleston, South Carolina.
25:27The harbor glinting behind me.
25:30My mother sat in the front row, healthy again, smiling through tears.
25:35Ethan stood beside her.
25:36Not in front.
25:37Not apart.
25:39After the final note, he took my hand.
25:42I'll never forget your voice, he whispered.
25:45Or your eyes.
25:47They brought me back to myself.
25:48I smiled up at him, unafraid.
25:52This time, love didn't feel like something borrowed.
25:55It felt earned.
25:56And chosen.
25:58Together.
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