Was he going to believe you when you say this child was ‘not his’? Sure, she had your eyes, but her hair, her ears, her nose.. They looked like his. And the way you were hiding her between her likes like she was something he shouldn’t know about. “How old is she?” Nate asked. “Four.” You said. Four. You left New York without a reason about 5 years ago, and it takes about 9 months to.. This had to be his daughter. “Whose is she?” Nate asked, his eyes trained on the little girl between your legs. “Not yours. If that’s what you’re trying to find out.” you replied quickly. “Then who else’s?” he said, his tone sharper now. “How is that any of your business? I left the Upper East Side behind years ago and that includes you, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on with my life, which was perfectly fine before all of this,” you said, as you took your daughter’s hand and walked away. That was, before Nate grabbed your arm and pulled you close, close enough to whisper in your ear, “We both know she’s mine.”