HARPER
After two days of wallowing in self-pity, I finally decided to leave the house. I was going to see my mother and ask her the one question that had haunted me since the DNA results came back: who is my real father, and why the hell had she kept it from me?
As usual, Dominic followed. At this point, I had no say in my movements anymore. He mostly controlled it, and I didn't really care that he was here.
I wanted answers. That was why I came, and I wouldn't leave without one.
"Are you sure you got the right address?" Dominic asked as the car came to a stop in front of the motel, Hoes & Toes.
I leaned against the window, my lips twisting in disgust as I stared at the neon light flickering outside the small, worn-out building. It brought back memories—ones I didn't want to think about.
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in my throat, then turned to Dominic. "It's the right place."
