Her baby was safe, and Cayla didn’t think she could ever let her go again. Not so long as her father was walking free.
Maddie, however, had other ideas. After returning Cayla’s hug, she squirmed. “Can I watch ‘Honey, Honey,’ Mama?”
The grown-ups had so much to discuss that these little ears didn’t need to hear. If that meant indulging her daughter’s love for ABBA, so be it. “Sure, Munchkin.”
“Yay!” Maddie wriggled free and made a beeline for the living room, bringing back the remote to Donna’s smart TV.
Cayla pulled up YouTube and navigated to the curated playlist she’d made of all the musical numbers from the movie version of Mamma Mia!. If Maddie didn’t get hungry, it would buy them about half an hour to figure out what the hell they were doing next. She was already singing—or rather
