Chapter 8 - THE BEGGAR IN THE RAIN
Two weeks later, a torrential downpour washed over the city. Daniel somehow bypassed the perimeter security at my father’s corporate headquarters, waiting by my private elevator. He was soaked, shivering, and stripped of his designer suits, wearing a cheap trench coat. He dropped to his knees right there in the marble lobby, weeping openly. "Claire, please. I was stupid. My mother poisoned me. I love you, I love our son." I looked down at him, feeling absolutely nothing. "You don't love us, Daniel. You just miss the car." I stepped into the elevator and let the steel doors close on his weeping face.
