CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I was getting uneasy. The children would be waking up soon, and once they did, they would begin to bawl their eyes out, and Andre was still refusing to leave. What did he say he wanted? I stopped listening a long time ago.

“I am going to have to call security.” I snapped. Andre looks around the corridor we are standing in, then looks back at me with an amused expression on his face. I could tell what he was thinking; an obviously run-down building like this one could not possibly have security. We could not even keep a receptionist.

“Look, Lana. I miss you very much. After you left, it just dawned on me. Kathy is: ”

I grunted. I had gone one whole year without hearing this name. Why has André chosen to torture me this way?

“I don’t care what Kathy is, André. I don’t care about you or what you want either. All I care about is myself, and right now I don’t want you here.”

“I don’t think you mean all these things you’re saying. You still upset that the whole thing played out like that