"You don’t deserve her, Cath."
I froze as the words struck me like a slap. The shrill, poisonous voice of Kaila cut through the café's silence. Her elegant designer suit and flawlessly done hair contrasted sharply with the turmoil she was bringing into my life, making her a picture of deliberate control as she stood across from me.
I carefully put down my coffee cup so she wouldn't see my shaking hands. "What are you talking about?"
Uninvited, she slid into the seat across from me and leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Mia. You're not worthy of being her mother.
My chest erupted with anger, but I made myself remain composed. "I have given Mia my everything. Everything. You're not allowed to enter here and—"
She interrupted, dismissively waving a manicured palm. "Save it," she said.
