Song Recommendation: Good Things Fall Apart — ILLENIUM ft. Jon Bellion
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My breath hitched as I turned slowly to face him. He flashed a smile, and I blinked twice. This had to be a nightmare.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, exhaling slowly to keep my voice steady. What if he just came to Paris for a vacation? His company was doing well, after all.
"I came to see you," he said, words striking me like a blow. "And of course, my daughter."
"You mean the thing you wanted me to get rid of?" I blurted, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.
"I made a mistake back then, and I'm sorry, as I said. Our daughter's sick, and you didn't care to tell me. I'm not that low—"
I scoffed. "Alan, you are a billion feet under the ground. You're the very definition of low. Stop following me and get a life."
The elevator beeped as I stepped out, trying to calm my racing heart, but he tightened his grip around my arm, his eyes darkening as he stared at me intently.
"Let's talk outside."
