Identity

by Nora Roberts

“I appreciate it, very much. I know it adds time and trouble.” “Very little of either. We have good security. Now we have awareness of a situation. I want to ask you, Morgan, why you didn’t come to me with that situation. If you thought I’d be less sympathetic and supportive than my grandmother.” “No. Oh, God, no. You were in a meeting, the Saturday wedding.” “Oh Jesus, Mrs. Fisk again.” She pushed a hand through her hair. “I didn’t realize you’d come in during that time slot. Would you have come to me otherwise?” “Yes.” The lack of hesitation had Nell nodding. “Okay then. I wanted to make sure you knew you could come to me. Because you can,” she added. “Even if it’s just to unload. I honestly don’t know what I’d do in your place. I don’t know how I’d handle it.” “You probably wouldn’t break down in tears in front of your bosses.” “Plural?” “Miles walked in right after the dam broke.” Nell’s lips curved as she stretched out her legs. “I’m not smiling at you, but at his reaction, the one that just played in my head. It goes something like: ‘Oh shit.’ ” “Something like that. You could say I unloaded. I’m okay now.” “Are you?”