“Right. Stuffies. I’d love to see your collection,” Susan said.
“Okay.” Scarlett slipped her hand into Susan’s and pulled her to the stairs.
“And you’ll be good for your grandma, Uncle Rob, Aunt Daphne, Aunt Melissa, Uncle Josh, and Ellen?” I called after Scarlett.
“Yes.” She said it as more of a question than a statement.
I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her with just James’ mother. Not yet. Maybe one day in the future, but that day wasn’t today. James had insisted that Scarlett stay here in the city. Something about our apartment in Newark not being suitable for children. He did have a point. It was more of a sexy bachelor pad than a nice family home. Tons of sharp corners. Nothing was toddler-proof in the slightest.
So we had brought in reinforcements. Ellen was already here, whic
