Chapter 9 - Luca Confronts Me Outside My Downtown Art Studio
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone alleyway outside my downtown Chicago art studio.
I pushed open the heavy wooden door carrying a box of framed watercolor paintings for an upcoming gallery showcase.
A sleek black Maybach idled against the curb, its tinted rear window rolling down smoothly to reveal Luca.
“Nia, we need to talk,” Luca said, stepping out onto the pavement with his hands raised defensively.
I froze, dropping a roll of bubble wrap onto the concrete as my protective instincts flared instantly.
“There is nothing for us to discuss, Luca; stay away from me and stay away from my children,” I warned.
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“I saw the dossiers, Nia; I know I wasn't listed on their birth certificates, but I am their father,” he argued.
“You gave up the right to be their father the day you told me you didn't love me anymore,” I shouted back.
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