THIRTY TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

NICKOLAS

I keep on looking at her as she realizes exactly who I am talking about.

“NO. Are you trying to tell me? Her?”

I nod my head in approval

“Yes. Ingrid is your mother.”

“Wait a second. That means when we went to see her you knew and didn’t say anything to me.”

“I felt that would be a lot to talk about at the time.”

I know that if I tell her the exact reason why I could not tell her at that time she is going to hate me for life. Seeing her right now I can see how effective my revenge would have been. Robert took the glory from me by telling her but this is still how it would have played out if I had told her.

So why am I feeling this way? This guilt creeping up on me as I look at her scattered hair and the messed up mascara on her face as she wipes her nose with my handkerchief. Why do I feel this need to console her?

All through the drive here this thought was on my mind. I should be happy right now but for some strange reason I am not. Here I am consoling t