“Dr. Hensley? I’m so sorry to interrupt your data review,” Sarah stammered. “There’s a man out in the main lobby. He claims to be your father. He… well, he doesn’t have an appointment, and security tried to turn him away, but he’s practically begging to see you for just two minutes.”
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I felt a faint, distant prickle at the back of my neck, but the panic that used to accompany his name was completely gone. In its place was a vast, arctic calm.
“It’s fine, Sarah. I’ll handle it.”
I stepped out of my office, the automatic glass doors parting with a soft hiss, and walked into the expansive, marble-floored lobby.
Thomas stood near the security desk. The last twelve months had not been kind to him. The arrogant, tailored businessman was gone. He looked aged by a decade, his posture slumped, his suit slightly wrinkled and out of style. The lawsuit I had filed exposed years of his financial mismanagement. His logistics company had gone bankrupt mere months after the public scandal of my graduation. Victoria, true to her nature, had filed for divorce the moment the bank accounts were frozen, taking what little liquid cash he had left and moving to Florida with Haley. Colleges& Universities
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He was completely, utterly broken.
When he saw me walking toward him, flanked by security, his bloodshot eyes watered. He looked at my pristine white coat, at the massive steel letters spelling my name on the wall behind me.
“Clara… please,” Thomas whispered, his voice trembling with a pathetic, raw desperation. He took a hesitant step forward, but the security guard put a hand on his chest, stopping him. “Clara, I’m your father. I… I made a terrible mistake. I was blind. But I’m destitute. The bank is taking my apartment tomorrow. Just… just sign a single recommendation letter for me. Introduce me to Elias Thorne. You have so much power now, so much influence. Please, save my life.” Parenting
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I stopped a few feet away from him. I looked at the man who had pushed me into the freezing rain, who had tried to steal my mother’s legacy to build a TikTok studio. I searched my heart for a flicker of anger, or perhaps a lingering drop of hatred.
I found absolutely nothing. Only a cold, clinical, profound indifference. He wasn’t a monster anymore. He was just a sad, irrelevant man.
“I’m sorry, Thomas,” I said softly. My voice was calm, steady, and utterly devoid of empathy. I purposefully used his first name, drawing an immediate, unbreakable boundary between us.
His face crumbled at the sound of his name on my lips.
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