Chapter Thirty-six.
The next day.
She left Rodrick's place for her house. She was alone in the apartment, baking in the kitchen when the pounding rattled her door.
She opened it cautiously, and there stood a woman tall, weary-eyed, with a toddler perched on her hip.
“Hi,” the woman said. “You don’t know me. I’m Layla. And I’m looking for Rodrick.”
Rosie blinked. “You’re… looking for Rodrick? Why?”
Layla shifted the toddler on her hip, her expression tight. “Because he might be my son’s father.”
Time stopped.
“I’m sorry,” Layla added. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this. But I’ve tried calling him. No answer. I found your address through someone who said they saw you with him last week. I was desperate.”
Rosie’s heart thudded in her chest. “I… I think you should leave your number
