Chapter 8

Zenia's POV

The following morning, as I was about to leave for the boutique, I spotted my mother in the doorway talking with a man.

Must be someone else in the building?I assumed.

I walked up to them.

"Good Morning ma." She turned to me and gave me a sad look. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Good morning Zenia." Her melancholy voice spoke.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, studying the man's face.

"Zenia. This is your father."

My brain made a 360° turn in my head and my blood came to a boil very quickly. An instant headache came at once.

"My what?" I asked, still struck at what she just said to me.

It can't be.

"Hello Zenia." He finally spoke up.

"No! Don't you dare open your mouth and mention my name ever again! Why are you even here?" I asked furiously. I was not about to control my anger.

"Zenia." My mom had a pleading voice and look on her face.

"Mom! Why is he here?" I asked with a shout as I turned to her.

"He came to make up for lost times Zenia. He's still your father."