Page 64 of Retribution

I inhale a deep breath through my nose and thin my lips, double-clicking.

A medical document addressed to Allie appears on the screen, with a lot of text. What the hell is this?

I scroll down, seeing this dates back to 2014.

So, it’s her previous medical history?

I scan through the text, trying to pinpoint whatever the warning was about. I don’t see anything but numbers and figures at this point.

Oh, there’s my name.

I read through the simple text and it has a few codes along with–

‘SPECIMEN SAMPLE: HAIR’

The fuck?

I then scroll down to the final page and choke on my drink.

DNA Test Report

Blinking repeatedly, I don’t dare to move my eyes anywhere else across the page.

I can’t fucking do this.

Crossing off the document, I shut it out of my mind, not wanting to see any sort of result.

I know Willow is mine, she looks too much like me to not be. But, the fact this test was done in the first place insinuates that Allie was cheating on me when we first met.

My stomach churns and nausea builds up in my throat, saliva filling my mouth. Even if she’s not with us anymore, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

After a few more glasses of bourbon, I check in on Willow and Indie, instantly feeling more at ease after a few doses of my favorite medicine.

“How old were you when you decided to become a full-time ballerina?” Willow asks.

Hm, this sounds like she’s asking more for herself, than the project.

I keep my presence hidden behind the door frame, Indie now sitting cross legged on the sofa next to Willow. They both face each other, Willow’s back to me.

Indie wears a radiant smile, her demeanor showing exactly how unguarded she is right now. She is completely comfortable and relaxed, chatting away with my daughter. I can barely hear their conversation over my complete infatuation with the way she interacts with my daughter.

This right here?

This is why I need her.

She looks up at me, startled and I bring myself into clearer view. Her dress leaves little to the imagination with the position she’s sat in, not aware that it gives me a clear view to her nude lacy underwear. I wonder if she’s chosen a thong, just for me.

“Daddy, we’re hungry.” Willow huffs, setting her notebook on the coffee table.

Indie’s eyes look at me apologetically as she begins to get up to leave.

“Where are you going?” My voice comes out harsher than intended.

“I really should be going, I have classes early and it’s getting late.” Her lips tighten as she glances around for her purse.

“Have you eaten already?” I question.

“No, but it’s fine, I can pick something up on my way home.” She begins to strut past me and I instinctively reach out and grab her by the waist, pulling her body flush against mine.

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