Chapter 26: The Truth
As Abigail made her way to the study, she assured herself that she was doing the right thing.
Deep down she knew that if this was something her father had been lying to her about for years and trying to keep away from her, then chances were he was going to keep lying about it.
She was expecting answers, but she wasn't exactly expecting the truth. Confirming from his response that he was lying to her would be enough for her to know she was right that there was a foul play.
When she reached the door, she took in a deep breath before raising her hand and knocking softly.
"Come in," Ryan's deep voice called from inside.
Abigail pushed the door open and stepped in. The study was dimly lit, with the golden glow of the desk lamp casting shadows on the walls. Ryan sat behind his desk, a cigar in hand and a bottle of whiskey and wine in front of him.
When he looked up at her, his expression was unreadable. "How are you doing? You said you wanted to talk," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Sit."
Abigail nodded and sat on the chair across from him. Although she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she forced herself to hold his gaze and not let her anxiety show.
She couldn't tell why, but something about her father always put her an edge and made her feel like a cornered animal.
Ryan watched her with disguised interest and he couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to talk about.
Seeing how he was watching her, Abigail figured that he was waiting for her to speak so she took out her phone and began typing quickly on her text to speech app.