"Mom, why are you still there?"
Veronica's voice caught in her throat when she heard her son's voice. Kirk was 27-years-old, a grown man but to Veronica he would always, always be her little boy. And he was such a good boy, nothing at all like the snake who had fathered him. Veronica still couldn't believe that Ron Schuyler had managed to sire a decent human being like Kirk.
"Are you there?" Kirk asked. "Mom, can you hear me?"
"Sorry, sweetie, my mind wandered. I'm still here because I have some loose ends to gather up."
"Like what? What kind of loose ends could you possibly have to gather up in Nowheresville, Illinois?"
"Just things." There was no way Veronica could tell Kirk that she was in Schuyler Square to confront his loser, deadbeat father who also happened to be a billionaire. Veronica simply didn't know how to put that into words. "And actually things are kind of a mess." That was an understatement. Not only had her talk with Ron gone extremely poorly, she'd just read in the Schuyler Square News that Ron's sister had been killed in a head-on collision with her own daughter. She somehow doubted that Veronica and Kirk were going to be at the top of his mind right now. But Veronica was determined that their son was going to get his fair share of what was owed to him. The time had come. "I was thinking that maybe you could come down here," Veronica said.
"Why would I want to come there?"
Veronica drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She hadn't planned to spring her news on Kirk this way but for the life of her she couldn't come up with a plausible reason for Kirk to drive four hundred miles from Minnesota to Schuyler Square other than the truth. "There's someone you should meet."
"Who do you know who lives there? Who could you possibly want me to meet in Schuyler's Square?"
Veronica tried not to let the quiver in her voice sound as she answered her only child. "Your father."
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