12
Layla
The doorbell rings and I glance back and forth between the door and Vance.
“Go,” he directs me and disappears around the corner with Via in his arms.
I answer the door and Nanny Theta is standing on the porch, her shoulders high, nose even higher.
“My purse,” she says like I’m her servant.
I slam the door—and take great pleasure in doing so, I might add—then walk into the family room where Payne is still pressing his face into one of the cushions. Grabbing her purse, I walk back to the front door, toss her purse to her and slam the door again.
Pushing all that behind me, I sit on the couch next to Payne, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. His back is heaving and I can just make out his small cries, even though they’re muffled from the pillow.
“Why did you act like that?
