Becca."Oh, Becca, trust me, she's a doll, she's wonderful," Sophia said to me, giving me a bright smile. At the moment, we were sitting at a diner, sipping coffee and discussing things. There was dim lighting above us, not that they needed to be any brighter given the sun was out. James was taking a day to spend with the kids while Sophia and I went out shopping and discussing her new find. Last night had been a wonderful distraction from Allison, but she was admittedly on the back of my mind at all times now. I refocused, looking at Sophia with a careful smile. "That's good," I said, thinking things through. She was telling me about a lady she'd met at the market months ago and became friends with. Unfortunately, Sophia's break had to end soon, and she'd need to go back to running her business.I'd need to make a decision, but after the last two problems, particularly Layla, I was having a hard time caving to the idea of a new nanny. I said, "You have a good sense

Becca."Oh, they are just darlings!" Madeline said, causing me to smile brightly. It'd been a couple of weeks since I'd been inviting her over to interact with the kids. So far, everything was going very well.I had been on edge ever since the camera picked up someone unknown. I told myself to focus on that later, though. Madeline was, surprisingly, doing a lot to relieve my stress. A bright smile was plastered on my face as I talked with her. "They are," I agreed, feeling tears form. A few dripped down my cheeks as I stared at Daliah. At the moment, the toddler was in Madeline's arms, being bounced around. She was shrieking with laughter, which faded into joyous gurgles as she took a few breaths. I couldn't help but laugh along with her. A few strands of her hair fell messily into her face, making her look goofy. I refocused on Madeline, who emanated a very positive aura. Her grin was brilliant, and her body language was relaxed as she regarded the kids with pure jo

Becca."BITCH! I'M GOING TO BLEED YOU DRY, BITCH!" screamed a familiar voice in my ear. My eyes widened as I realized Allison was here with her arms wrapped around me, pulling me away from the nursery and slamming me to the ground. I still had the poker in my hand and quickly raised my arm and jerked it to the right, causing her to miss a strike with something. I couldn't tell what she had, exactly, but assumed it was a knife of some sort. At this point, my eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see the whites of her eyes. They were wide, eerie, as though she was possessed. I knew the truth. She was completely unhinged and was actively trying to kill me. My mind clicked to self-defense mode as I managed to knock away some of her blows. I took a deep breath, my entire world ruled by adrenaline. Not only did I not want to be killed, but I needed to protect my kids. Narrowing my eyes, I snarled, "F*ck off, Allison. You need help." I rolled away from her attempt

Becca.Rushing to the bathroom, I threw up the contents of my stomach, which was just bile. Given all that had happened, I'd not been eating much. I felt weak, my entire body shaking from the expulsion. Once again, I found myself in the shower, cleaning up. This was the last thing I needed right now. Why didn't this sickness just go away? I was starting to regret not bringing it up in the hospital. Tears streamed down my face still as I hiccuped, trying to get a grasp on everything. Eventually, I dragged myself out of the bathroom and back to my desk. The light of the computer shined on my face, and I reached up and rubbed my temples, trying to get a handle on the situation and failing. Mentally, and physically, everything was a wreck. Maybe I should go to James right now. He could be a wonderful source of comfort. I would tell him I was sorry for worrying him, and we could cuddle together. Maybe he would have answers for this illness. I doubted it; he wasn't a doct

James.I tried to grasp what I had done this time to make Becca angry, and all of my instincts told me it was because she had a hard time handling death. However, I still irrationally thought she was completely mad at me for some reason. Thinking over Allison and all that had happened, I winced, putting my head into my hands. At the moment, I was leaving a meeting with family members regarding Don matters, Giovani on my mind still for a potential replacement. All of that had to be shoved to the side, of course, when the incident with Allison came up. One thing I did get from Becca was her explanation of how it happened, most likely. The Cartwrights had let Allison out of prison and sent her over here. Money could make the streets run red, and this was an example. I scowled, thinking through how far Allison would have gone to off Becca and our daughter. She was unhinged and delusional, and while I felt sad a woman I formerly loved was dead, I was also very relieved s