"I know." Ivana Bennett smiled at him somewhat awkwardly, "I've told you everything I needed to. It's getting late... you should go to sleep. I... I won't run away again."
Byron Hallock drained the drink in his glass and placed the empty glass on the table.
"Tell your father honestly, why can't you stop worrying about him?"
"He... He didn't have a father growing up, his mother kicked him out when he was only four... He can't sleep at night unless he takes sleeping pills, or unless... I'm by his side." Ivana Bennett forced a smile, "Never mind, let him lose one night's sleep, I'm going to bed."
"Stay right there!" Byron Hallock called out after her.
Ivana Bennett turned around in surprise.
Byron Hallock stood up from his chair, "You've been drinking, don't drive. Take a taxi over."
Ivana Bennet was taken aback.
"Father?! You..."
