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.

to the hospital for the abortion

food; she didn't want to see him, so he paid someone

watching strangers pass by, he felt a pang of

to himself, if it wasn't for that paternity test, if it wasn't

in a moment of turmoil, and though he didn't throw it away, he stuffed it into

it existed. Brandon stared at the slightly yellowed paper for a while, then slowly placed the clothes back down, unzipped the

from Susan telling him Sophia was at 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

heads-up about joining Brandon on the trip the next morning. Caught off

a wage slave, he wasn't in a position to pry; he hurriedly got ready and drove over to

why

the airport, Kent

"Work calls."

on his thighs, fingers dancing across the keyboard, all his

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