chapter 20

Bernard

I threw the covers off and wandered into the kitchen. There, I rummaged around, using the pale light of the moon until I found a glass. After filling it up with water, I leaned against the counter and looked out at the balcony overlooking the Hollywood sign.

Only I couldn't stop seeing Rachel's face.

I saw her panic and confusion when I confronted her about her son.

Had I pushed her too hard?

Was there a better way I could've handled it?

I couldn't tell for sure.

All I knew was that I'd spent the past few hours tossing and turning while sleep eluded me. After our lunch, I had made my way back to the office and attended a litany of meetings followed by a steady barrage of phone calls. By the end of it all, I'd been exhausted but relieved.

It had left me with very little time to stare at my phone.

But Rachel hadn't left my thoughts, nor had the little boy with the familiar eyes.

With a slight shake of my head, I finished the rest of my water and stared at the clock on the wall,