Owen shuts the car off and we sit in silence, staring out the windshield. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. Let's just get the kids and go home - wherever the hell that is."
Opening my door, I step out and walk up to the door, waiting for Owen to join me. After a moment he does, sulking over the situation. He rings the doorbell and a maid answers, leading us to the living room where Owen's mother sits beside Bryant, holding Anastasia in her arms. My mood instantly brightens at the sight of the kids. "Mother," Owen says. "I have to use the restroom then we're leaving."
She smiles at her son until he's no longer in the room then her cold eyes turn to me, glaring. "What kind of mother leaves her kid for that long and doesn't even ask for them to visit?"
I grit my teeth, walking over
