27. Toronto, One Week. Dylan
Ryan
"Does she really live here?"
Blake looks at the building where Michelle's apartment is with some disdain. Although I'm aware it's not the best place, I imagine she had no other choice. Maybe I can change that, find her a better-located house or condo.
"Yes, she lives here. I'm going to get my daughter. I'll be right back."
I see her about to open the door, but I stop her.
"Where are you going?"
Her face shows disbelief, as if coming with me were the most logical thing.
"Of course, I'm coming with you. It's not right for you to be alone with her—you’re already separated."
I can't believe what she's saying. She seems genuinely concerned, but I know that's not the case. She feels victorious and all she wants is to rub her supposed victory in Michelle
