He will never relent. On the contrary, he will make my life a living hell until he gets what he wants. And if he can't forgive me, how will Father ever be willing to? On top of it all, the one thing that should never have happened has happened: I've been exposed.
This is too much. I can't take it anymore.
All the dams inside me are on the verge of breaking under the pressure imposed on me.
I control my actions.
"People change," I say, straining to get the words out.
He clicks his tongue and calmly folds his newspaper. Then he stands, buttons his jacket, and looks at me, shaking his head. "Not you, little Sky. Not you."
Unable to respond, I watch as he leaves the office. My heart beats hard against my chest, and I can't get enough oxygen.
I control my...
A mix of fear and panic takes hold of me.
Fear. Panic. And my greed, which I fear even more than any press report about me.
It's here. Digging its claws into me.
I contr...
I'm at its mercy and losing control.
Frantically, I reach for my handbag, pull out my cell phone, and dial that one number I've never been able to forget.
"Sky... look who we have here! What's the matter—"
"I need something." I interrupt him with a trembling voice. "Quickly."
