8. The Legal Papers

He bends down and picks up the file folder from the bed. He opens it and flips through some pages.

Creases form between his brows as he looks up, "I told you I need to submit them to the court today. It will take only few seconds of yours to sign them."

I understood who he is. He is Samara's father. I can now observe the resemblance of his features with hers. Samara inherited most of the features except the hair color from her father. His hair color is more like dark chocolates.

"You told me you'll sign them once you'll be free. That's why I've sent Sara away. But these papers are still blank."

He brings the file in front of my face and takes out the pen from his suit's front pocket, "Just do it. Lawyer is waiting outside."

I fist my palms, clutching my dress with them. "I'll d-o later." I slur.

"Are you kidding me?" His brows lift up, "I told you lawyer is outside. I need to hand over this to him. Come on, Samara. We're getting late."

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