“Not me.” She shook her head.
I went to the door, hoping the person wouldn’t knock again. I didn’t want them to disturb the kids who were just settling down for bed. I looked through the peephole to see a man dressed in a brown suit standing.
“Can I help you?” I asked, pulling the door open.
“Patience Theirs?”
I nodded. “That’s me.”
“You’ve been served.” He thrust a large envelope in my hands before quickly walking away.
Confused, I watched him leave, and make his way to the elevator, practically leaping on once it opened. I closed the door, wondering what the hell was going on. Opening the envelope, I pulled out the stack of papers, and began reading over the letter. It was addressed from a Michael Cavalleri, Esq. My heart rate sped up the more I read.
“What?” I whispered, reading the words over and over again.
“Everything all right?”
I looked up to stare at Ms. Sheryl. “He’s suing me for full custody.”
Her eyes bulged. “He who?”
I blinked remembering that Ms. Sheryl still didn’t know the full truth. I hadn’t told her that the man from the hospital the other day was actually Kennedy and Kyle’s father. I’d never told anyone the full story about Aaron and I.
Before I could answer her question, my cell phone began ringing from the table. Absentmindedly, I walked over to the table to see who was calling. I frowned, not recognizing the number.
“Hello?”
“You’ve received the papers.” It wasn’t a question. He knew I had.
My shoulders sank. “Aaron.”
“I’ll assume that’s a yes.”
“What are you doing?”
“It says it right there on the form.”
“You want full custody of children you’ve never met? Of children you didn’t want to begin with?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
“Come to my office at nine a.m. tomorrow morning.”
Click.
I pulled the phone from my ear to see the call had been disconnected.
“So that’s him?”
I blinked, realizing Ms. Sheryl was still in the room.
“Kyle and Kennedy’s father.TheAaron Townsend.”
I remained silent. The answer was obvious.
Ms. Sheryl whistled. “Always knew there was a story behind those twins.” She patted me on the shoulder. “I’ll go put them to bed,” she informed me before heading into the bedroom that had been designated for the children. I simply continued to stare at the papers in my hand, completely dumbfounded.
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