“You won’t believe this.”
There was silence.
Then she asked, “Has he ever treated you badly?”
“No.”
“Has he been a good father?”
“Yes.”
“Then maybe you need to listen to him.”
“I can’t trust this man.”
I stared at the evidence on the desk. “I knew him as Niye when we were kids. I never put two and two together. I always thought it was his nickname or something. He’s been working on fixing my eyes for more than two decades.”
I heard the front door open. Footsteps hurried down the hall.
Nigel stopped in the doorway.
“Lyd, I need to go. He’s here. I’ll update you.”
I ended the call and glared at Nigel.
Footsteps hurried down the hall.
“I didn’t follow you to pressure you,” he said. “I just needed to know you were safe.”
“You hid your true identity from me.”
