Kelsey heard the soft intake of breath and looked up.
Seeing the woman standing there, a faint, strained smile touched Kelsey's swollen lips.
After a moment of hesitation, her voice came out, thin and shaky. "Please… can you not tell him?"
The "him" needed no explanation.
Aunt Kramer understood.
She knew.
Aunt Kramer's job wasn't just to take care of her. It was to watch her. To report back.
Rhett's eyes were on her, even when he wasn't there.
Hearing Kelsey's plea, Aunt Kramer looked torn.
Seeing the light fade from Kelsey's eyes, the older woman let out a soft sigh. "Miss Kaitlyn… I'm just an employee. If you have any issues, it's best to speak directly with Mr. Rhett."
Kelsey nodded. She forced a small, understanding smile. "It's alright. Forget I asked. I don't want to put you in a difficult position."
She grabbed a towel and dabbed the water from her face.
Just then, her phone chimed from the living room. She walked over and picked it up. A message from Quiana.
