“Why are you helping me?”
“I told you, I made a promise.”
“That’s not enough,” Alice scoffed. “I may not remember you, but even I can tell you are a man who is careful in the decisions you make and the people you help. So, what do you get out of this?”
Tomas sighed.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Fine,” Alice replied. “What do you want out of this?”
Tomas looked away.
“Forgiveness,” he whispered.
Alice narrowed her eyes at him.
“I’m not asking for it,” he said, quickly glancing back at her. “I may want it, but I know I don’t deserve it. So, this is the least I can do for you.”
Alice stared at him, feeling frustrated with her lack of understanding. Even the whisper in her mind told her to let it go, but she hated not knowing anything.
“Who am I to you?” Alice asked. “Or what role did I play for you?”
Tomas swallowed and lowered his eyes.
“You were someone important to me,” he said. “Someone I betrayed.”
