ZARA“Matthew…” my voice trailed out of my throat like a whisper. “You are here,” I coughed slightly.“You asked me here,” he slapped his hands against his lap. “Something about Hazel.”“Yes,” I sighed. “We were supposed to have a meeting but something came up,” I rushed to the living room couch to get my hand bag.“What's more important than our daughter?” He asked me and I didn't know how to answer that.“Of course our daughter is important,” I said to him. “But right now, the situation at hand trumps our meeting,” I tried to make him see reason.“A meeting about our daughter,” he paced in front of me. “Okay,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Does this have to do with this Victor person you were talking to?” He asked and I scoffed. I looked at him taken aback, then looked at Evans. “Is there a car ready, Evans?”“Yes, Ms. Taylor,” he answered. “Good, because we are leaving right now,” Evans nodded and walked out of the house.“Look, Zara. I didn't…”“I don't care,” I cut him o
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