scrambling to a sitting position.
âDaddââ She pressed her lips together, and heard Oscar sigh.
âI hadnât heard from you since you arrived in New York, Zoe, and I wanted to make sure you were all right. You sound as if you were asleepââ
âI was.â
âItâs one oâclock in the afternoon.â
âI was out late last night.â
The tiny, arctic pause told Zoe Oscar wasnât happy about that. âAm I to understand you have not taken steps to reach your father?â
âHeâs not my father.â
âIndeed.â Oscarâs tone gentled. âBut you know who I am talking about, Zoe, andââ
âI havenât decided if I want to find him,â Zoe cut him off. âIâm not sure what good it will do. He hasnât been interested in me before nowââ
âI doubt he knew of your existence.â
âYou donât think my mother ever told him?â Thequestion came out stilted. My mother. Who was she? Bella and Olivia had memories; she had nothing but the knowledge that she was the cause of her motherâs death. The only mother she had really ever known had been Oscarâs third wife, Lillian, and sheâd died months ago. The loss was still fresh, painful, leaving her feeling even more adrift.
âI doubt it, Zoe.â Oscar paused. âBut even if she did, his position was hardly tenable. She was married, you know, to me.â
âWell, still,â Zoe said, hearing a petulant note creep into her voice. âI donât know if I want to find him.â
âThen perhaps you should return here,â Oscar said after a moment, âto Balfour Manor.â
Balfour Manorâ¦the only place sheâd ever really thought of as home, with its gracious rooms and rolling lawns, its sense of history and honour, certain of its dignified place in the world.
If only she felt the same.
âZoeâ¦?â Oscar prompted, and she shook her head even though he couldnât see her.
âI canât.â She couldnât face everyoneâs pity or curiosity, the tabloids who wouldnât let go of her story, or the fair-weather friends who would turnâalready hadâat the first sign of rain. She couldnât, even though part of herâa large partâlonged to flee back to the safe haven of home.
âIf you canât go back,â Oscar told her, a smile in his voice, âthen go forward. Thatâs why youâre in New Yorkânot just to ring up the charges on my credit card.â Although the kindness in his tone took the sting out of the words, Zoe still flushed guiltily.
âOK,â she finally said, the one word given reluctantly, and Oscar gave a tiny sigh.
âI love you, Zoe.â
Tears stung her eyes. She thought sheâd cried them all already, yet there they were again, ready to fall. She blinked them back.
âI love you too,â she mumbled.
After she hung up the phone she clambered out of the bed and walked through the quiet, empty rooms of the Balfour apartment. Out on the penthouseâs terrace, Zoe sank into a wrought-iron chair, drawing her legs up to her chest.
It was a gorgeous day, the sky a pale, washed blue, the trees in Central Park a vivid green. Even in the city everything smelled fresh, new.
If you canât go back, then go forward.
The thought terrified her. She had no idea what forward looked like, felt like. What it could mean.
Yet she knew of only one step forward to take, the step sheâd been sent to New York for.
She needed to find her father.
CHAPTER FOUR
Z OE tilted her head back to survey the gleaming glass skyscraper once more; it was one of the tallest, most imposing buildings on Fifty-Seventh Street. A brass plaque by the front doors, guarded by an official-looking doorman in a navy suit with gold braid, had two discreet words: Anderson Finance .
Thomas Anderson, the CEO and founder of
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