As they got older, my parents got soft, and I hated how they were falling for Sonya’s excuses. I gave her a cold stare.
“She stole $100,000 from me. We f****d one night. I woke up, and she was gone. The money was gone.”
“I didn’t plan it that way,” Sonya blurted out; I could tell she felt horrible with how it sounded.
My parents were old school. To meet them under these circumstances was considered disrespectful.
Mom looked at me, and her eyes showed disappointment.
“Is this true?” she asked me.
I nodded.
“What’s your name?” she questioned. Sonya held her son in her arms. I couldn’t say for certain he wasn’t mine, but too many women in the past had claimed I’d fathered a child, and it came out as a lie. Once my mother got attached, I’d never get them out of my life, so I needed to g
