GABRIELLE’S POV
Anya raised her head. “Ah, Gabrielle. You look rough. Are you good?”
I stood by the door, my hand gripping tightly around the door knob. “I’m fine. Just wondering what’s happening here.”
She stood up and walked over the closet room. “Didn’t Lila tell you her birthday was coming up?”
“Yay! Birthday,” Lila squealed in her father’s arm.
Damon flipped through her storybook, obviously not interested in the conversation.
Anya walked back into the room. “So I decided to come stay here for a few days. She always celebrates her birthday her with her daddy and her friends.”
Oh.
That made sense.
But something about it didn’t seem right with me.
“That’s very nice,” I said, watching her check her reflection in the mirror. “When did you get here? I can have Susan clean up o
