70.Reckoning at the Hotel

Andrew

On the way to New Jersey, my heart was torn between fury and concern. Anger pulsed within me because Emma had run away, hadn't told me about her pregnancy, and because of all the confusion we were in. But at the same time, worry and fear for her and our child's health grew with every mile I advanced toward the hotel.

I was simultaneously angry and sad. As the driver navigated the road, my mind wandered through thoughts I'd rather not confront. I thought about my real father, the dark history surrounding his past, his unknown identity. Everything I had ever known about my lineage was a big question mark, and the revelation that Emma was my half-sister only further complicated this web of secrets and lies.

Emma... her face, her smile, her stubbornness. The woman who challenged me from the beginning and now carried my child in her womb. I wasn't sure what to feel about her. I had used our marriage for my own purposes, but I hadn't planned that, I hadn't planned to fall in love wit