The Price of Secrecy

RONAN

My father walked calmly until he sat down on one of the leather sofas in the center of my office. I stared at the open door, through which Katarina had just passed, running towards the elevator with her things in hand, leaving me distressed.

"Sit down," he demanded.

But all I wanted was to go after her.

"Let her go."

Damn it. Reluctantly, I gave up and walked until I sat on the sofa across