Looking away from my camera to clean my eyes. I look back to find him looking worried.
“I do not understand.” He replies and I shake my head.
How do I tell this story? Where do I start from? Do I say my father slept with his brother’s wife so practically, the man I thought was my father is my uncle?
“This call was a mistake. I am sorry Ken.” I say and end the call.
Dropping my phone face down on the space next to me, I cough repeatedly as more tears stream down my face. Seeing Kyle approaching with Emily and some staffs, I wipe my face clean with the handkerchief Kyle handed me earlier when I blamed my tears on the sweetness of the cup of coffee.
“Thanks for meeting with us today.” Emily comments as soon as they get to where I am seated in the car and I smile.
“I was paid.” I reply
