But right now, I was too furious to care.
Still, I let him have his moment. "My presentation was a success," he announced, his voice buoyant. "The senior partners from New York Center Hospital were there. They congratulated me afterward. They’d heard about the twins, of course, but it didn't seem to be an issue. They made it clear they want me on their team. We've been invited to dinner with them tonight. This is it. This is my opportunity."
"'We’vebeen invited?"
"You're here as my companion, aren't you? As the mother of my daughters."
His daughters.
And he still, incredibly, didn't seem to grasp the full weight of what that meant.
"What did you talk to them about?" I asked.
"What?"
"With Anna and Rory. They got here last night. I assume you've talked to them, right? Explained that you're their father... everything..."
"They apparently already know. Anna called me 'Daddy' from the start. Ironic, of course. She seems to have quite a temper for someone so small."
"So, you've noticedonething about them."
"Evelyn... what are you getting at?"
"And Aurora? Have you managed to talk toher?"
"Well... she doesn't seem very talkative."
"Did you try?"
"I haven't had the time or the mental space for it yet, Evelyn."
"You said Eleanor sent a folder with all their documents, school and medical records, right? Did you look at any of it?"
"Okay... where exactly is this going?"
"I think I'll let you figure that out for yourself."
His eyes darted from me to the girls, who were still giggling on the playground, then back to me. He shook his head slightly, as if physically brushing off a thought.
"I have to attend a lecture that starts in five minutes. Dinner is at seven, at a restaurant nearby."
"We'll be ready at seven. We'll meet you in your room. I'll take the girls upstairs as soon as they get tired of playing."
"Okay. I'll see you all later, then."
And with that, he walked away.
None of this was my business. He was their father; I was just the hired help, there to nod and play a part for two days. Then I would walk away, a million dollars richer, and focus on rebuilding my own life.
At least, that’s how it was supposed to be.
But I just couldn't make myself not care.
Chapter Six
LOGAN
Just before seven, I returned to my room.
