Tiana’s POV
I stood silently in the doorway, the warm light from the hallway spilling over the threshold. I watched little Henry snoring softly away in his race car bed, tucked deep under a mountain of duvets. Pulling the door closed, I padded quietly down the carpeted hallway to check on Harry.
He was fast asleep in his cot, his tiny arms raised above his head. He was breathing gently, completely oblivious to the absolute chaos that had derailed his parents' marriage downstairs earlier that day.
I gently closed his door and headed down the wooden stairs, my stomach giving a sudden, violent rumble. The heavenly, intoxicating smells of roasting chicken, sharp lemon, and earthy herbs wafted up the stairwell. The stark realisation suddenly hit me that in the midst of the catfish stalker an
