C28 BILLIONAIRE

My nostrils started to fill with the smell of vomit and alcohol disinfection as soon as I saw the hallway from which we had just come. An uncomfortable lump in my throat forced me to swallow. How could I possibly desire that for my dad? Was I being foolish and arrogant? It took all of my will to force a smile from my reluctant lips. My shoulders gave way. "No, it's fine," I mumbled