~ Evie ~
The GPS lady says it again: thirty-one minutes to KS Holdings headquarters. Thirty-one minutes until I walk into the tallest glass tower in the city and basically beg the richest man alive to tell me if I’m his kid. I keep driving.
Jack’s voice keeps looping in my head. Low, hurt, not yelling. “When this blows up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Now I’m here, heart hammering, wondering if I should turn around. But I don’t. I can’t.
I pull off the highway. KS Holdings looms up ahead, all shiny glass and steel, the letters huge and silver across the top like they own the sky. I turn into visitor parking because I have no idea where else to go. My legs feel heavy when I get out. The folder is in my hands - Karlos’s magazine pictures, the old party photo with Mom laughing next to h
