Romance
"Mr. Rogers, are you sure you want to do this? Noelle is only five—"I cut the lawyer off and signed my name on the authorization form."I am."Outside the window, rain poured down in sheets.I looked up at the office building across the street. Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows on the thirty-seventh floor, Rachel Lloyd, the president of Lloyd Group, was in a meeting.She wore a perfectly tailored white suit, her expression icy and composed. Every gesture carried the commanding presence of the queen of the business world.No one knew that this woman was my wife, at least in the eyes of the law.Even fewer people knew that we had a five-year-old daughter.It had been three years.For all three of those years, I had worked as an ordinary driver for her company, driving her to and from work every day."Mr. Rogers, turn left. Mr. Rogers, stop here."That was all I ever heard from her.She never gave me so much as a second glance when other people were around, as if we truly were nothing more than an employer and her driver.Noelle had learned to call me ‘Dad’ when she was two, but she had never dared call Rachel ‘Mom’.Rachel had made one thing very clear."Don't let me hear you calling me that in public."Noelle had been a good girl. She never called her Mom again.However, I knew what happened every night.She would curl up in bed, clutching the one stuffed doll Rachel had ever bought for her, and whisper into the darkness, "Goodnight, Mommy. You looked so pretty today. Will you come see me tomorrow?"Rachel had bought that doll three years ago at a convenience store on a whim. It had cost her only $29.90.To Noelle, however, it was priceless. She had held on to it like a treasure for three long years.
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