“She needs companionship,” he continued. “Not just a nurse. Someone who will have breakfast with her, go to doctor appointments without treating them like chores, and listen even when she repeats the same story three times.”
“Why me?” Emily asked quietly. “You don’t know me.”
“No,” Alexander admitted. “But I saw something yesterday. And that can’t be faked.”
“What did you see?”
“That you treated my mother like a person, not like a problem.”
Emily crossed her arms thoughtfully.
“And the salary?”
Alexander named a number.
Her eyes widened.
It was more than triple what she earned between the café and deliveries.
Which was exactly why she hesitated.
“That’s too much.”
“No,” he replied calmly. “My mother is worth that much. And I want you to stay because you choose to — not because you have to.”
Margaret gently stepped forward.
“Emily, yesterday you reminded me of someone.”
“Who?”
“A young woman who worked with me many years ago. Her name was Clara. She had your same kindness.”
Alexander stiffened.
“Mom…”
“Let me finish,” she said firmly.
Emily sensed something deeper unfolding.
“Who was Clara?”
Margaret exhaled slowly.
“Alexander’s mother.”