Nadia's POV
Just one man. That phrase circled through my mind like a broken record as I changed into the fresh clothes I was given. One man who had covered my hospital bills without hesitation. One man who now held my immediate future in his hands.
The mantra continued as we walked through the parking lot toward his car. Just one man. But what could one man demand of me? I had survived worse situations for years. I could handle whatever came next.
My strategy was simple: work hard to earn his approval, then ask about finding employment. This arrangement couldn't be permanent. I needed independence. I needed to search for my mother.
Years had passed since I'd last seen her, but I refused to consider the worst possibilities. She was alive somewhere. I would find her eventually.
Mr. Dolf held the passenger door open for me. I mumbled a quiet thanks and slipped inside, focusing my attention on my lap rather than meeting his gaze.
