Maya
I looked around frantically, trying to make sense of what was happening.
But the more I tried to understand, the more confused I became.
I paced back and forth in front of the gates of what used to be my home, with a sleepy Christopher growing heavier in my arms with each passing minute.
I hated that Ethan had already left before all of this happened. I would have handed Christopher over to him so I could properly deal with this nightmare.
But that was starting to seem impossible now.
I fought back tears multiple times, teetering on the edge of intense anger directed at the man who had just addressed me like I didn’t have any right to walk into my own childhood home.
It had to be one of the worst insults I’d ever received in my entire life.
Not even the cruel things people had
