She said it so casually, as if she were talking about something completely unimportant.
After listening to her, it was as if Zane Jennings had no moral compass whatsoever. He replied, unconcerned, "If you're not kind, then you're not kind. Nobody has to be."
Besides, kindness wasn't something for other people to define anyway.
Just as he finished speaking, the wind began to blow.
It was as if her unbearable past, in that single moment, had been swept clean by his words, vanishing like a gust of wind.
Erin Lowell stopped walking and turned around. Her eyes were calm, but they held a glimmer of light. "How can your principles be so messed up?"
He had been following her the whole time, in a black shirt and a black jacket—always dressed in black. She remembered her first impression of him: cold and unapproachable. At the time, she'd even thought he looked like a bad guy. Later, all those impressions were completely overturned.
He was the kindest stranger she had ever met.
