Kayla's POV
I Finally decided to stay at a hotel downtown. When I arrived, the air inside the hotel lobby smelled faintly of carpet and lavender air freshener.
Dragging my heavy suitcase across the tiled floor, I pulled my oversized gray hoodie down to my thighs, carefully tugging the fabric forward to drop loosely over my four month bump.
I just wanted a key card, a bed, and complete, uninterrupted silence.
"Kayla?"
A deep, male voice echoed from the side entrance. I froze.
Standing near the glass doors was Richard, looking groomed in a tailored suit. Beside him stood my mother, Eleanor, dressed in a sweeping silk evening dress.
Panic flared in my chest. I quickly pulled my hood lower over my eyes, adjusting the drawstring to hide as much of my pale face as possible, intending to
