“What? You’ve been doing this for free for six whole months? Why?” Fitz turns to look at me, his eyes serious. “You don’t need me, Wendy. You never did. Taking money to teach you nothing was unfair.” He takes in a breath, swallowing hard. “But I still wanted to see you. Wanted to spend time with you. Wanted an excuse to be around you. So I kept doing our lessons together even though I never believed you had anything to learn from me.”
