Sheila's POV
"What?!" Tabloid fell off my hands as fear threatens to freeze my entire body.
"Relax, sip some water."
"He... he..." tears gushing out of my eyes.
"Don't speak and take your time my darling."
She softly rubs my back calming my freaked out nerves, images flashes in my head at the trauma and maltreatment I suffered at Simon's hands and the little taste of freedom which had been snatched away. "He forced me, kidn*pped and hid me away. He's free."
"Who's he?"
I point to the tabloid Elle scrunches to the ground and takes a better look at the image of the villain who had sworn to make my life a living hell.
"Is he your child's father?"
"Hell no!"
"Come sit here while we talk." She admonished leading me to the couch while she plopped my back with a so
