I’ll get answers

Drake’s POV

I sat in my office, staring out of the window, but didn't see much of the city skyline beyond the glass. The office, my haven, felt suffocating today. My desk was a mess of papers I should be studying, I should go over reports, but all I could think about was Valerie and her pregnancy.

I had tried investigating, asking around people who may have known something, but every lead came up empty. Valerie was a master at keeping things under wraps when she wanted to. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't figure out whether the pregnancy was real or, more importantly, whether it had anything to do with me.

My mind spun again to the fight with Charlotte, who accused me of still being obsessed with Valerie, and there might be that he was loathed to admit a grain of truth in the words. I did not want Valerie back, no, that ship had sailed long, long ago. But that uncertainty and chaos she brought into my life had ways of dragging me down into a whirlpool of doubt.

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