Chapter 7

I thought blocking everyone would finally keep all the drama at bay.

I was wrong.

Some people were like stubborn glue—the more I tried to shake them off, the tighter they clung.

On the third morning, I was in a meeting at work.

The front desk called the conference room.

"Mr. Sullivan, there are two people downstairs claiming to be your family. They insist on seeing you."

My heart sank.

"One's a middle-aged woman, the other's a young man," she added.

I knew exactly who they were.

It was Margaret and Edward.

They actually showed up at my office.

My…