Chapter 213

~Eva~

I was moving fast with my bag digging into my shoulder when a black car rolled up slow beside me and stopped.

I knew that car.

David Sullivan, the one who enjoyed prying into my business.

The window came down, “Eva,” he said. “Get in. I need to talk to you.”

“My sessions with you ended a long time ago, David,” I told him, and I kept walking.

“This isn’t about my health,” he explained, and the car crept along beside me. “It’s about your parents. Your real ones.”

My feet stopped before my