Lydia's POV cont.
Fiona ran to me as I collapsed to the floor. "Mom, Mom. What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay," I cry. "James?" That's all I can choke out past the lump of fear in my throat. I struggled to get a grip on my emotions. I couldn't afford to lose my sh*t right now. I had to think, and I couldn't do that if Fiona was here asking questions.
"Fiona, I need you to do what I say without asking any questions, just do it. Go back to our apartment and get my luggage. Your father said it's out in the hall." I held up my hand to silence her when she opened her mouth question me. "No questions. Just go get my stuff and come back here. Go now!"
Her eyes full of questions, she scrambled to do as instructed. Left alone in the apartment I got up off the floor and sat on the co
