My sleek black sports car roared as it pulled into the underground garage of my penthouse building. The hum of the engine echoed in the vast, dimly lit space, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the storm brewing in my mind.
Vanessa’s words replayed over and over again.
“He’s your son, Adrian. He deserves to meet you.”
I rubbed my temples, trying to quell the growing tension. Eight years. Eight long years of my son’s life that I’d missed. I couldn’t shake the thought of what Vanessa had said, of how she had looked at me with a mixture of pain and anger.
As I stepped out of the car, the chill of the garage seemed to seep into my bones. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
The ride up felt agonizingly slow, each floor that ticked by b
