Dad Inten

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trembled as I clutched my bag tightly. He had no idea what I'd

ith each step, but I didn't get far - no

ai

s I turned around slowly. He stood in

ave?" he asked, his

He wanted proof?

e about this?" I shot back, my voice shakin

aw tightening. "You want me to be

photo I'd carried with me like a lifeline. I sho

ression still frustratingly neutr

. Why would I expect anything else from a

arrowed. "

ything from you. I'm here because this baby-your baby-deserves better than the

as suffocating. His gaze burned in

w. "You've got a lot of nerve c

hoice. You think this is easy for me? I've spent months trying to

respond, the door bu

all-" his assistant began

ne sharp. She scrambled out,

ion crashing down on me. "You don't have to decide now," I

anything else, I tur

fading, leaving me drained. The cold wind bit a

before I felt the first

," I whispered to mys

grab my arm. I spun around, ready to fight, only to se

asked, yanki

ant me to do? Beg? I already said

ent before running a hand thro

greed. "I

walking away for

shake the feeling that things were abo