Chapter 201

Brandon went back home in the dead of night.

The neon lights outside were starting to fade into oblivion. The whole world was dozing off.

Two years of living solo, and he'd never really gotten the hang of it. In the still of the night, thoughts of Sophia would creep up on him. Getting used to life with her wasn't something another habit could replace.

Heaving a long sigh, Brandon headed to the closet, dragged out a suitcase from the corner cabinet, grabbed a few outfits off the rack, and began packing.

There was a merger deal to discuss in Skyrim City in a couple of days; planning a business trip right now seemed like the perfect way to distract himself.

As he popped open the suitcase and was about to tuck in the neatly folded clothes, the sight of a yellowed piece of paper in a mesh pocket made him pause.

The back of the paper still bore the messy creases. This was the same suitcase he'd used for a trip to Wye City two years back, and that creased piece of paper was the DNA paternity test report.

went to the hospital

gone out to get her some food; she didn't want to see

street, watching strangers pass by,

to himself, if it wasn't for that paternity test, if it wasn't for their talk about Yolanda, would she

though he didn't throw

bustle, and he'd almost forgotten it existed. Brandon stared at the slightly yellowed paper for a while, then

the hospital, deciding not to keep the baby. He'd rushed over, and there she was, weak from surgery, being wheeled out of the OR, both of them silent and apart in the lengthy

vanity drawer. Out of sight, out of mind. Kent only got the heads-up about joining Brandon on the trip the

pry; he hurriedly got ready and drove over

why the sudden

to the airport, Kent couldn't help

"Work calls."

on his thighs,

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