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I’d suspected as much, but didn’t have complete confirmation.
He was confirming it now, and in the most callous way.
“The boy always was greedy, but I thought he was smarter than that,” he said.
“He hired someone to… He was going to have me killed, and that’s all you have to say?” I asked.
“What else is there to say? He didn’t succeed.”
“Well, I guess you’re happy about that,” I responded sarcastically.
“Of course I am.” He shifted to look toward the door. “Davit, can you get me some orange juice or something?”
I looked at Davit, who glared at my father like he wanted to choke him to death. A feeling I understood, but one that I wouldn’t indulge. “Can I have something to drink too?” I said.
He glared at me now, undoubtedly not liking being dismissed, or sent to fetch juice like a servant, but he did as I asked.
Not like he stayed gone long.
After what felt like less than a minute, he returned with two bottles of orange juice in his hand.
I set mine on the side table next to the chair, instantly forgetting it.
My father opened his and took two long swigs before he looked at me again.
“Besides, I didn’t think you would be all broken up over Keenan, especially since you and Mr. Petrosyan here have gotten comfy.”
He let his gaze linger on my stomach, and I fought the urge to cover it.
“So, do you think I look bloated, or do I look pregnant?” I said.
“These days you never can tell, and it’s rude to presume,” he said.
“Well, Daddy, I’m going to be a mother soon,” I said. “And you will be a granddad.”
He gave no reaction, and instead took another sip of his juice.
“So that was why I wasn’t so concerned,” he said. “Figured you and Petrosyan would work whatever it was out.”
“Concerned for me, or for yourself?”
“Ames, we’re family. What’s good for me is good for you,” he said. “And vice versa.”
I severely doubted it, but as I talked to him, I realized why I had been so desperate for this meeting.
I had held onto an image my entire life, had thought that maybe, deep down, my father cared about me more than he admitted, more than he had ever shown.
Davit, who barely knew me, had shown me more care in the short time that I had known his true identity than my father had in my entire life.
Yes, the circumstances were different, but he had searched for me, and he hadn’t ever given up.
I wondered if I had even been an afterthought to my father.
Decided that no, other than the inconvenience of having to explain away my disappearance, I hadn’t been.
Especially not if Davit was continuing to do business with him.
“Well, good luck,” I said.
