*Sam*
The drive to Pamela's penthouse feels like an eternity, each mile pulling the tension in my chest tighter until I can barely breathe. I grip the steering wheel, replaying Max's words in my mind: “You deserve to know the truth.” But what truth? The thought of a child… my child… out there, possible not knowing of his past and unloved, gnaws at me. I can’t let another moment slip away.
When I finally pull up to the swanky building, I notice how the glass façade gleams in the afternoon sun, somehow it looks cold… empty… fitting for Pamela. I take a deep breath, trying to center myself as I step out of the car. It’s time to confront the woman who shattered my past, the woman who might have robbed me of my future.
The doorman announces me to Pamela, and I wait, wondering if she will eve
