NICHOLAS
“Then tell me what you want. Stay, go… just don’t lie. Not to me. Not to yourself.”
My lips said those words but my consciousness fought them. I couldn’t let her go. Not when everything was starting to fall in place. Not when I’d just had a meeting with her uncle, announcing her existence.
Still, I needed to make her think she had a choice.
Moral? No.
Necessary? Absolutely.
She said she’d think about it. It’s been a week. Getting a strand of her hair was easy. Running the test even easier. Robert was still not convinced, saying it could have been fabricated, he wanted to see her for himself, claiming he would know his own blood.
I knew it wasn’t that simple. But still, I set up a dinner. In two days. Until then, I’d wait, watch. Like I always did.
“Mr Moretti?” Vivian’s
