He'd seen my need for atonement.
He partially knew what happened in Arizona, but, he saw past my pretend arrogance and mistakes and took me in. Allowing me the place, space and time to lick my wounds of several years.
He'd helped me pick out my car and gave me opinions on prospective apartments but I eventually found the one I wanted.
He'd enlightened me with how things were dealt with. The ways of people, how to read certain people and how to deal with these people.
He'd introduced me to the business crocodiles in this new domain. He'd helped and shielded me from their discrimination and age old judging eyes.
I became Isabella Swan of New York.
Riley Bier's left hand woman.