PIPER
Timofey stood in the elevator and told me he wanted to give me everything.
Then he took the elevator back upstairs.
When he returned, I was so anxious to tell him I was coming with him to the penthouse that I didn't even consider where he'd been. I didn't care.
"He just walked into your room and told you to stay away from me? And you listened?"
There's hesitation on his end. I can tell, because Dad has never been shy about spouting off the first vile thought that crosses his mind. If he's pausing now, it's for a good reason.
"Dad!" I snap. "Tell me what happened. Now."
"Well, he threatened me within an inch of my life, that's what happened! He walked into my room and scared your poor, sick dad nearly to death, kiddo."
I press my hand to my face and squeeze my eyes.Kiddo. He's putting on his "poor, pitiful me" act. He's trying to guilt me into forgiving him for whatever is coming next.
