At three in the afternoon, the unease became unbearable. I couldn't remain trapped in my bubble of resentment while my son's father was dealing with the consequences of his surrender in the next room.
I put on a thick sweater, took a deep breath to gather my courage, and went out into the hallway. The two bodyguards watching my door tensed when they saw me, but made no move to stop me. I walked slowly across the hotel's red carpet to suite 406.
I stood before the dark wood for a second that felt like an eternity. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the uncertainty of what would come next now that everything was out in the open. I knocked twice.
The door opened slowly after the electronic click.
Sebastian appeared. He was wearing a basic black cotton t-shirt and comfortable pants,
