Chapter 55. Realization

Aubrianne Ivanov

I tense a bit and look ahead of me. Sneaking a glance at Daniel, I brace myself, “yea, sure, what’s up?” Oh boy, I thought, personal? What does he want to know?

Daniel looked down at me with a sad and earnest hint in his eyes when he asked, “do you know anything at all about your father? Did your mom ever tell you anything?”

Was I ready to open up to Daniel about this?

I stopped, then sighed heavily, looking down at my feet, shifting on them. Then I relaxed my tense shoulders, steadied my breathing, adjusting my handbag on my shoulder, taking a moment before responding as I attempted to decide whether I should elaborate and, if so, just how much I should divulge. I choose to go with my gut.

Daniel and his sister have opened up to me, so why not share a little with him?

He had even told me about his mom at the museum. She was an art collector, and she died a few years ago. Leaving behind their dad, him, and his sister. It wa