PERFECT DEAL: HE WILL PROTECT ME FROM MY SCOUNDREL EX
“Oh Layla. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t want to bother you. But I didn’t know what to do. I just…Should I have called the police?”
“No, no, it’s okay. Everybody’s okay. You did the right thing by contacting me and keeping Sky safe. Everybody’s okay,” I tryto convince myself. “Thank you, Thalia.” I give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and Sky continues to cling to me.
A door inside my house slams, startling all three of us.
A scrawny, shirtless man stumbles out of the bedroom—mybedroom—reeking of stale beer and flashing a crooked smile. “Hey there, baby mama,” my ex slurs.