Chapter 13

Anita’s POV

“I could call in sick or something; all I know is that I don’t want to go to Chicago!” I exclaimed as I slammed myself into the sofa in my living room.

My minimalist living room has been my comfort apart from God for all these years. The warm brown and cool white colors just made it so comforting.

“Well, even if you call in sick, destiny can delay, not deny,” Richard said.

Dang!!! That’s true.

“But what do I do?” I asked Richard, confused. He and Eric both made their way out of the kitchen. Eric didn’t know a thing, so we had decided to talk in codes.

“Who is the lucky father of the twins?” Eric had asked a few years ago in the hospital room.

And the only answer I felt was suitable for that moment was…

“He rejected them.”

I know that was a lie, but it felt more like the truth day by day as I rehearsed the possibility of that. I knew bitterly that Damien would more than want to bond with them; he would accept th