Alexander’s nightmare terrified Grandfather Sterling.His grandson, once the wolf of Wall Street, now looked like an abandoned child, soaked in cold sweat, muttering my name in his delirium.Grandfather sighed. He had his assistant dial the number for my French B&B—a number they had spent a fortune to find."Evelyn, my dear. It's William."On the other end of the line, I had just checked out a couple of guests. Hearing the old man's voice, I paused, then softened my tone."William. How is your health?"Hearing my kindness, the old man’s eyes filled with tears. I was such a good woman, and his idiot grandson had thrown me away."I'm old. I'm falling apart. Evelyn... Alexander is... he's very sick. He’s been unconscious, calling your name. I know I have no right to ask, but could you come back? Just for a visit? Just one look, so he can finally let go?"There was a long silence on the line.It lasted so long Grandfather thought I had hung up.Finally, my voice came through. Calm. Unwaver
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