KIA
Walking into my office, I was so annoyed at Carlotta for sending me out of her house, especially in front of the detective, hurting my pride.
I sat in my office, guilt and frustration swirling inside me. I couldn't believe I'd let Floria manipulate me into keeping her secret.
I couldn't blame anyone but myself for covering up for Floria, but I couldn't have her tell Carlotta I knew Klara was my daughter before she told me about her. I needed to save my face.
"Damn it," I muttered, slamming my fist on the desk.
If only I'd been honest with Carlotta from the start.
But pride had gotten the better of me.
I seethed, slumping back into my chair, replaying the detective's unannounced visit in my mind.
I had finally had time to spend with Carlotta and Klara, Carlotta was finally loose
