Completely.
It wasn’t because he was handsome.
Although he was.
That was impossible to ignore.
It wasn’t because he was wealthy.
Although that was also impossible to ignore.
It was because he was different from what I expected.
Before meeting him, I had built a picture in my mind.
A billionaire.
A man surrounded by assistants.
Someone who probably lived in a world where every problem could be solved with a phone call.
But Tristan wasn’t like that.
He came to the hospital every morning.
He brought Eleanor her favorite tea.
He listened when she talked about old memories.
He knew which flowers she liked and which ones she disliked.
He remembered the names of the nurses.
That last part surprised me most.
People like him often moved through places without noticing the people around them.
Tristan noticed.
One afternoon, I found him sitting beside Eleanor’s bed while she showed him old photographs on her phone.
