Chapter 126: I Can’t
The ride to the lounge was quiet. Genevieve leaned her head against the window and stared outside without really seeing anything.
The trees looked like green blurs. The cars on the road looked like toys. Her heart still felt heavy, like a rock was sitting inside her chest.
How could she be feeling this way when she had only met him four days ago? Why was she feeling this way when she knew deep down that he wasn’t hers, and the only reason he was being this way to her was because he believed she was Dawn?
Would he still like her or be friends with her if he finds out she was the daughter of the man who had stolen everything from his friend, Dawn? Would he want to have anything to do with her if he got to know she was the daughter of prostitute and drug addict and not Kimberly Moore’s daughter?
Why did she have to stupidly feel this way about him?
Jamal kept glancing at her through the mirror as he drove carefully, giving her space.
When they got to the lounge, Jamal found a parking spot close to the door. Genevieve wiped her face with the back of her hand and took a deep breath before opening the door.
The lounge was not busy yet. It was still early in the day, so there were only a few people inside. Soft music played from hidden speakers, and the lights were dim and warm.
Genevieve walked slowly to a small table in the corner. Jamal followed her like a quiet shadow.
She sat down heavily, like her body was too tired to hold itself up anymore. Jamal pulled out the chair across from her and sat too, but he stayed quiet.
He kept his hands folded on the table and watched her carefully, making sure she was okay.