Lyla's POV
Maxten had finally left me alone, and I was a little thankful that he was feeding Kenzley. This way I didn't have to get out of bed. It really was the most comfortable bed ever. I laid there trying to look at apartments and, holy crap, they are expensive here. I would need another job if not two. My phone started ringing and Avery's name came onto the screen. I knew if I ignored it, she would just keep calling until I answered.
"Hello."
"How's it going with your new man?" she asked very cheery.
"It's not. We are no longer on speaking terms," I told her, holding back tears again.
"WHAT? WHY?"
"That is the question of the decade. He made me go to therapy and when I went inside, everything was OK and when I came out it wasn't OK, and we haven't spoken since. We've yel
