GIANNA
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For the first time since I arrived in Los Angeles, I was scared.
My children had told me about their interaction with Brandon. They had met him at the park and he asked about their ages and birthdays. I knew that didn’t directly prove that the kids were his but that would surely make him suspicious. If he got suspicious, he was bound to look into it.
If he found out he was the father, he would want to be part of their lives. I didn’t want that. The kids and I had been doing fine for five years. We didn’t need him.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, placing a hand on mine. “Are you nervous because it’s our first meeting from our new branch?”
His question snapped me back to reality. I had no time to think about Brandon and whatever troubles he could cause for me in the future. I ha
