He was quiet for a beat. Then he said, "That's a debt he owes you. It's not something you owe me."
I lowered my eyes to the bracelet in my hands.
"Lydia, I don't care what your past looks like. What I care about is whether you'll let me be part of what comes next."
Wind rattled softly against the windowpane.
I fastened the bracelet around my wrist and looked up at him.
"Yes."