For the next several days Emily barely left her room. She worked steadily through the month's recordings — financial news, current affairs, read clearly and naturally in the voice she had spent years training. The work was absorbing in a way that helped. She did not have to think about anything except the words in front of her. She sent the files in batches. The payments came back promptly, always within minutes. When the final batch was done and sent, she closed her laptop, stretched, and went downstairs. The old man was in the sitting room, and his face when he saw her was the face of someone who had been waiting with great patience and was now very pleased. "You're finished?" "All done. Shall we go out?" "Yes! Come, come." He was already reaching for his cane. *** She had decided, somewhere in the quiet of the days, that she was going to do what Kellan had suggested. Not because she agreed with his reading of the situation. Not because she thought it was fair, or dignifi
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