More relaxed about sharing my problems, I blurted out that I may have fathered a child. He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “It can’t be Amber. Don’t tell me it’s Michelle. It’s not hard to spot an alley cat like Michelle or a hound dog like you. Maybe you can walk away, and nothing happens. You’re a white man with money in the bank and status in the community. But could you live with yourself?” The way he framed it made me feel inhumane, close to what a criminal would do. “ It’s time to step up to the plate where you ate and clean up your mess, Freddie. Do what’s right. Hmm, hmm, hmm, it’s so typical of rich white men. Always trying to slide away like a snake after leaving poison behind.”
The conversation led to believe that he knew more than he was revealing about Michelle. I aske
