Chapter 82

• It was late afternoon by the time I landed back in New York and my emotions were a mess. Alexander was my father, I hated my mother and never wanted to see her again. Some doctor wanted to see Madison about something I had no clue about, and Jared was probably pissed off with me for just disappearing.
• People stared and pointed, and a few asked for my autograph. I swallowed my anger, smiled and signed my autograph as I made my way to the parking lots and into my car. The world was a sick and twisted place and it just kept hitting me from all sides.
• I drove back to my penthouse and thought about where my life was taking me, and the choices I’d made that had gotten me to where I was. I knew forgiveness played a big role in moving on, but how the hell did I forgive her?