#Chapter 272 – All Nighter

Kent and I – we stay up for hours as he spins out the story of my mother’s past. I get quite mad at him, of course, for taking so long to tell me about it. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I ask, resting my head on the pillows, ignoring the cramping low in my stomach for now – too tired to worry about it. Hell, I’m even too tired to glare at Kent, even though he deserves it. “Because it didn’t matter,” he sighs. “She was dead – you never talk about her, or seem nostalgic about her. And I never think about those strange times twenty years ago when I was squeezed into a van and then into a gunfight with the woman. It just – honestly, it doesn’t cross my mind.” “Well, I still would have wanted to know,” I grumble. “And Ivan would have wanted to know too. It could have given us significant leverage over him.” “You’re right,” he says, reaching out to stroke my face. “In retrospect, it should have been part of full disclosure. But honestly, Fay, I didn’t remember that I’d said anyth