36. Shall We Skate Together?
Dylan
Michelle seems serious at the end of the first conference. We stand up and head to the first exhibition.
“Is something wrong, Michelle?” I ask her, noticing how she drifts off in her thoughts.
“No, it's nothing,” she replies with a forced smile, trying to reassure me. “I talked to Candace, and she asked me who I came to Toronto with. I thought it was a strange question, that's all.”
I nod slightly. I don't say anything because I can imagine where that question came from, and I'm sure Michelle knows too. You don't have to be too smart to realize that the jerk is using his daughter, again, to his advantage. He's such a manipulator. I just hope to find him and give him a couple of punches, like that time… although they didn't do any good. He took her fr
