Page 128 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“You listen,” she cuts me off. “Robert, if you don’t tell me the truth,” she continues, her voice firmer with every word, “And I don't mean the generic bullshit you gave me before…”

I still completely.

“I want the real reason you wanted to stay away from us,” she presses, her gaze locking into mine, unyielding. “Because Atelia hinted there’s more.”

Damn it.

“Then you can forget it,” she finishes, her voice dropping into something final. “Forget about seeing your daughter or me… For life.”

She turns her face away like she just remembered where she is.

And who I am.

And what I said.

What I did.

And what this is.

This is messed up.