HARPER
"He did what?!" Clara exclaimed, sitting upright on the sofa, her eyes widening as the contents of the cup in her hand nearly spilled.
I forced a small smile and gave a slight shrug, having expected nothing less from her reaction. "He wants to talk, and I don't think I'm prepared to meet him."
I meant truly alone, with no one else present, no buffer, no one to watch or interrupt whatever might unfold between us.
Clara scoffed and placed her mug carefully on the coffee table before turning fully toward me, confusion still etched across her face. "I don't get it. How does he even know they're his children? Did he run a DNA test or something?"
A short, bitter scoff left me as I shook my head, shifting slightly in my seat. "You know I would never agree to something like that with him. I hate him," I said quietly.
Clara lifted a brow shooting me a knowing look but didn't interrupt.
