“He said what?!” Diya exclaimed with a tone of disbelief.
“He offered to take over eighty per cent, Diya. That was his most generous offer to me for hiding his son from him for over four years.” I answered, watching her pace around my room as if it was her world that had just caught fire.
As soon as I left the restaurant, I called Diya because I felt trapped and couldn’t go home. It was past ten at the night, but she answered the call and when I told her where I was, she came to get me.
I couldn’t even call and tell Daniel a thing because I didn’t know where I’d begin. Daniel usually had his handful of troubles to deal with troubles and I couldn’t have it. I knew I’d have to soon, but for now, I needed Diya more.