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Sophie looks around Jake’s apartment with the same saucer eyes and gaping mouth as she did at entering his private jet. This whole thing is like a fairy tale dream to her. I know the feeling well, as I remember my first time facing the glamour of the Carrero empire so many years ago when entering the Executive House to be interviewed. Girls like us were so unused to refinery and wealth, a completely different life from where we had come.
It is incredible how, in the years that followed, I stopped noticing it and became so un-phased by the expensive furnishings and, more recently, how Jake is always surrounded by it. I stopped seeing his expensive clothes and accessories and stopped looking at the luxuries and five-star hotels as anything abnormal. They are just a part of who Jake is. He never makes a show of it or makes you feel in awe of it. To him, it is normal.
I show Sophie to the guest room that’s never used. It’s right beside the room I use when I stay here; Jake thought she might like my closeness. It is furnished like a modern hotel room, but the bed is laden with bags and boxes. I frown and walk over to open one, and I’m hit with a tug of warmth as Donna’s perfume rises from the bag, her scent over everything. Inside are clothes, shoes, toiletries, everything a fourteen-year-old girl would ever need to start a new life. Jake, with his ever-attentive nature, surpasses my expectations again.
“These are all for you, courtesy of Jake,” I say, smiling and nodding to them. “When you go, you’ll take all this with you.” I pull a bag toward the edge of the bed and nod again, giving her permission to look through them. Her eyes are almost popping out of her head. “I’ll leave you to get settled; your bathroom is through that door,” I continue, pointing at another door in the room. “If you want a bath or shower, go ahead. Jake is having his housekeeper, Nora, cook for us, so you have an hour before we eat, okay?” I smile widely at her, her face displaying her overwhelming gratitude and shock. She looks like she needs to pinch herself and get back to reality. Time alone to adjust is precisely what she needs right now—processing time.
“It’s all too much.” A tear rolls down her cheek, and I quickly embrace her. Her eyes are enormous and damp, her cheeks flushed. I just can’t express how much it tugs at me.
“We all deserve better lives, Sophie; this is just your beginning.” She hugs me tightly before I leave her to absorb all of this and get herself acquainted with her temporary room. A swelling of happiness rises inside me now that we have her here, away from Chicago, away from the likes of Ray Vanquis, away from my mother.
Jake is in the large, open-plan living room using his cell when he sees me approach; he grins and motions me to come over. I obey and close the gap between us smoothly.
“That’s great, Mamma … Yep … Completely … Ti amo anch’io … Until tomorrow then … U-huh.” He repeats his goodbyes and hangs up, beaming at me like an excited child.
“My mother has found Sophie a place to stay with a family friend, someone she trusts, I trust too. A long-term foster arrangement while Sophie goes through the legal process, then a forever home if she likes living with them.” He’s grinning at me in a way that makes me equally ecstatic for her; the Carreros work fast.
“That’s amazing, Jake, really brilliant news! So, what happens now?” I gush, throwing myself into him for a quick celebratory squeeze. He hugs me briefly, then releases me, sighing lightly, keeping a hand on my shoulder as we face each other, holding me closer than before.
“Sophie will need to be interviewed as she’ll have to tell the child services her story. Everything will be video documented so that they can put her under the protective services umbrella. My mom is taking a special interest in this. Sophie will be helped at every step, Emma.”
I frown and look away nervously; that will be agony for her.
If she’s anything like me, the thought of telling people everything will be the hardest thing she will ever do. She’s strong, and if I explain that this will help her secure a happy future, I’m sure I can assure her it’s the best thing to do.
“She’ll do it; she wants to start over again so badly.” I look back at him with determination, already formulating my speech for Sophie in my head for when I break this news.
“That’s what she’ll get. The Huntsbergers are a lovely family; they have grown children, all of whom they adopted. They have experience with troubled kids. She’ll get a loving home and a good education with them.” He’s watching me closely, his emerald eyes sparkling with happiness.
“You know them well?” I ask nervously, suddenly afraid that this won’t be the right fit for my precious little Sophie. I don’t want her life to be out of her control, unable to break free if it’s not right for her.
“Very. My friend, Leila, is their youngest daughter. Since she arrived at age seven, she's been my friend since they adopted her. They live relatively close to my parents, so my mother will be able to keep tabs for both of us, Emma.” He rests his forehead against mine, reassuringly bringing both his hands to my shoulders. “It’s the fairy tale ending she deserves, I promise. This is a good thing. Trust me on this; trust that I know these people well enough.” He focuses intently on me and moves closer, intimately closer, igniting the fluttering in my stomach again.
Damn. I thought I had this under control.
“If you think so, then I trust you, Jake. I just want her to be safe.”
“I promise you, Emma, this is the best outcome I could have ever hoped for.” He kisses my forehead gently, leaving his lips against me as we stand motionless, lost in thought. My skin warms, and my stomach flips at his touch. My inner worries and stress drain away.
Jake would move mountains to make things right when it’s something he’s invested in emotionally. I know Sophie will never want for anything again, and he’ll have the best legal team he can buy to guide her through cutting all ties with her birth parents. He’ll be able to bring her perverted father to justice, and I want to be there to hold her hand through it all. I want to watch her rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
Leaving my mother in her dust.
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