EPISODE 29 THE NEW MAN

***MARK***

I have a daughter. I have a daughter.

During the ride home on the plane, the words kept resounding in my head. I can't seem to get it out off my head, neither do I want to.

I have a daughter with Vixenda.

"Anything you want, sir?" An flight attendant asked me politely.

I looked up and shook my head."Nothing, thanks."

"Alright, sir." She nodded and walked away. My thoughts were in chaos. My mind was in jeopardy. I still remember the shock I felt when that vile old man revealed that to me.

I'd demanded for more information but he didn't know more. He only knew that Vixenda was pregnant when they took her away and he got words when she gave birth. Nothing more. Not about Vixenda. Not about her daughter.

I'd demanded for more answers but he'd started coughing again non-stop until a woman who said she's his nurse came and pleaded with me to leave. He is too sick, he shouldn't be stressed, the woman had pleaded.