Chance
Whether or not all this shi.t is true, it doesn’t alter the fact Dallas lied to us about bringing China here. I can’t believe how much this man looks like my Paris. Same hair color, same green eyes, same smile. He looks nothing like the drug addict I was led to believe he was. He’s big built, and strong, I can tell.
And by the confused look on Paris’ face when he told her he’d never been a drug addict, I could tell she didn’t understand why she was led to believe he was a drug addict either.
“Why did you come here?” My father asks. “Why all the bullshit? When I spoke to you, you were all about the money.”
“I told you what my mother told me to tell you. I had no intention of coming here for money. Same with the call I made to Risa last night. I told her what my mother told me to
