Page 82 of Shattered Heart
“I want to watch her while I’m away.” I face him, hiking up my briefcase. “Once you read this, you’ll understand.”
He scowls at the computer once more and adjusts his tie as hecomes towards me. He points at my case.
“It better be fucken good. Because in the few seconds, I watched that video, that girl had been crying again.”
He walks past me. Carlos is at my door watching us, and he turns and follows behind my father, leaving me alone in my office.
I’m right. I know I’m right.
She has to stay where I can see her, where I know she is safe. When I reach the elevator, I stand beside my father, waiting for the door to open. The ding is the only sound that has transpired between all of us in the last five minutes, and we all step in silently as the doors close.
No matter what they think of me, I know I’m right.
To Be Continued
