“Wait Catherine,” his voice was shaky. She couldn’t tell whether it was just her but it sounded like he was pleading. What had hurt him so much? “Are you, okay?” she asked with so much concern. “No, I don’t think I am.” If he stayed there any second longer, she was certain he was going to break down. She walked towards him and shifted his glass backwards signaling the bar man that he was done. Catherine grabbed his arm and made way to one of the private suites. “Okay, now you can cry,” she said. “I don’t want to cry Catherine, why are you making me feel so mushy?” he pouted. “Real talk, what’s the matter Dono—” she tried to ask but he cut her off.“My father’s back Catherine,” he said flatly. “From the grave?” she asked. “I’m sure something in you could tell that I lied,” he had a remorseful tone. “Yes, of course. I’m not that stupid.” “You’re not stupid at all,” he stayed quiet. “I lied about my father being dead. He’s not dead, Catherine. He left.” He paused, “he left becau
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