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

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

alone on an unfamiliar street, watching strangers pass by,

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

in a moment of turmoil, and though he didn't

bustle, and he'd almost forgotten it existed. Brandon stared at the slightly yellowed paper for a while, then slowly placed the clothes back down, unzipped the

the hospital, deciding not to keep the baby. He'd rushed over, and

the vanity drawer. Out of sight, out of mind. Kent only got the heads-up

a position to pry; he hurriedly

why

the way to the airport, Kent couldn't help but

"Work calls."

his tone nonchalant, as he sat in the backseat, laptop resting on his thighs, fingers dancing across

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