Clara POV
I looked at Derek's mother and instantly froze.
By "undo all my handy work," what did she mean?
Was this all orchestrated by her?
She was the first to speak, breaking the stillness. She said, "I'm Layla, Derek's mother. You must be Clara. We didn't have a chance to introduce ourselves when we met last time."
I attempted to perfect a grin by nodding. I was starting to feel anxious.
My mind was racing with a million questions. What was her intention, and why was she here? Has she heard about the baby? And in that case, what would she do? So many questions left unsolved.
"I believe it's reasonable to suggest that I have to give you an explanation," she went on.
She waved at me to come sit down.
I was so shocked that it took me a while to react.
We faced each other as we s
