Amelia POV
She pushed past me like I was a coat rack.
Literally.
Her shoulder hit mine, her suitcase scraped against my leg, and I stumbled back two steps, blinking in disbelief as Victoria waltzed into the house like it was hers—like I was the intruder.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my voice low, shaky.
She didn't even look at me. She just tossed her coat over the back of the couch and dropped her suitcase right in the middle of the hallway. "Didn't Maxwell tell you?" she said with a venomous smile. "I'm moving in. Our daughter needs her mother and not some stranger."
I opened my mouth to protest, scream, and demand she get the hell out—but the rapid thump of small footsteps interrupted me.
"Mommy!"
Lila.
She came running down the stairs, curls bounc
