Chapter 62
His heart sunk. He knew he was wrong, knew deep within himself he had no business trying to pull Addison away from her mother, even if Addison herself would welcome his intervention, as Ollie knew she would.
He stood as crowds of people swirled around him, all hurrying to catch trains, to reunite with loved ones, and wasn’t sure what he should do.
He closed his eyes and imagined Hank, picturing the tears in his eyes, the grateful smile as he gathered Addison into his arms. He imagined the two of them in the little garret where he had first found them, just the pair of them, struggling to eke out some sort of existence. He knew Hank needed Addison, needed her sass, her innocence, and her dependence for him to go on living.
What greater gift could he give to the man he suddenly found himself in love with?