Lyla's POV
I locked myself in my old bedroom. I wanted to scream in joy that my father was found, but I couldn't. I wanted to cry. I didn't know what this would mean for Maxten and me. I knew one thing for sure. I wanted to stay in New York City.
I felt a sense of relief flood me the more I thought about what else this would mean for us, well mostly Kenzley. She was going to get the childhood that she always deserved. She was going to be able to have play dates, and do sports if she wanted, or maybe take a dance class. She didn't have to fear anything anymore and neither did I. I have never known a life without fear, and it honestly made me fear what was to come. The possibilities were endless but going for those is what scared me.
I got into my pajamas, and I crawled under the bla
