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cry. I'd just gotten him down for his nap, and now he was
uncing Eli on my hip as I walk
g continued, aggressive and demanding. I looked
in my hallway, his
e door. "Mr. Blackwood? What ar
apartment, his expensive suit looking completely
on't unde
d steel. "Don't pretend yo
rms. Those gray eyes, so much like his father's studie
sn't he?" Lia
o deny it, to lie, to protect my son from this moment. But
you're talking ab
e was matter-of-fact, but I caught the slight tremor in it. "You told
He remembered. After all
ed to sound surprised
way until I hit the wall. "The question is, why didn
words exploded out of me. "You never tol
ding my child from
my shoulder. "You don't understand. I had nothing. I was homeless, pregn
a patern
e like a physic
want legal proo
onger than I felt. "No, I w
agree to the test, or I'll take this to court. And believe me,
an't j
quiet. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this
does it matter now? You've been
e cracked. "Do you think I would have left you to struggle alone if
you are," I said, my voice brea
ing flicker in his eyes, hurt, maybe, or regret. Bu
id, heading for the door. "And Ava? Don't
aving me alone with my crying s
me with a sympathetic look that made everything worse. I was ordered to
figure out what to do. Every scenario I imagined ended the same way, with L
uez said, his usual kind demeanor
's wr
p. Effective immedia
"Doubling? But that's no
tes." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "I'm sorry, b
I've been a good tenant.
s." He handed me a n
ing me, forcing me into a corner where I'd
t bring it down. I had to take him to the emergency room,
r explained. "Pretty severe. He'll n
cost?" I asked, my v
eart stop. Even with the payment plan the
nd finally broke down. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't
I called the number
said when someone answer
, the medication starting to work. I tucked him into his crib
to the sound of my apartment door closing. I sat up, my heart pounding
and froze in the doorw
saw him, he was on the floor beside the crib, st
omething white on his pillow. A
ned it and read the words t
iam Blackwood or
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