24

"And you understand why.”

Dominique hands one of the glasses to Blake and occupies the chair next to him.

"Don’t you find it easier to tell your son the truth?”

“No!" He looks at her." I didn’t call you here to question my choices.

"Blake...”

"Enough, Dom! Telling Alec I’m dying will make him weak. He still needs to mature too much in this environment, so I can...”

"You can’t control that, honey.”

"I can do whatever I want." Blake murmurs, grumpy. "By the way, what are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m full of things to sign? Where’s your toy?”

She rolls her eyes and drinks all the whiskey in a single sip.

"My husband is at the hotel, waiting for me. I didn’t want to bring him here. It could be too much for Alec.”

"Look at you! Mother of the Year!”

"Save your debauchery for yourself, Blake." She gets up and heads for the door. "I’ll find him. And you, you rethink this stupidity of not wanting to tell your son about your illness.”

[...]

The night began to be pres