After leaving the coffee shop, Brianna approached her apartment building and waved to Lenny, who sat at a small table outside the entrance to his club. “I"m sorry.” A small amount of guilt scratched at her conscience for the way she"d treated him. “I was immature the other night.” Her focus dropped to the pavement with embarrassment over her behavior.
“Darling, you"re still young. It"s all you know how to do.” He dropped a packing receipt on the table and smiled at her. “What"s your end goal with all these questions?”
Brianna c****d her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“Why do you need to know who your father is? What"s eating you up inside about not knowing?” He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “A lotta good people don"t have relationships with their father.”
Briann
