After that, Owen got in his car and drove straight to my mom's neighborhood.
Owen bought a ridiculous amount of baby supplies and stacked them at the door, like a small mountain.
He rang the doorbell. My mom opened it.
The second she saw him, her face went cold, and she moved to shut the door.
"What are you doing here? You're not welcome."
Owen blocked the door with his hand, his voice urgent, almost pleading.
"I know I messed up. I'm here to take Stella and the baby home. I promise, I'll never do anything to hurt them again."
"Home?" My mom let out a cold laugh. "Is that still my daughter's home? That little mistress already moved in. You want Stella to go back now? What, so she can serve your side piece?"
Hearing the noise, I walked out of the room.
When I saw Owen, I was a litt
