“What are you doing?” I ask her lowly. Davina’s father laughs deeply. “I’m sorry, but I won’t allow that.” He says confidently. “You see, Iris...I own you.” .......... Iris scoffs, and the call ends. “Iris...you don’t have to quit for my sake.” I say to her. “Oh, I’m not. I’m quitting because if they were comfortable with using you like a toy, then they obviously must have strings on me like a puppet already.” She responds to me. “I’m not going to live my life for these people.” “So are you still going to France, the city of love?” I ask

“Whoa...you have got to be kidding me.” Iris says and I ask her, “What? What?”“Look over there.” She points to a white round middle aged man on the check-in line.“Yeah, who am I looking at?” I ask her and she says, “That’s Benjamin, Davina’s father.”...............What? “I thought he should be in France already.” I say and Iris replies, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”“I’m going to go talk to him.” She says as she stands, but I hold her hand.“Not now.” I say and she stares at me for a second, and s