Layla

I sat across from Heather at a small cafe, just a few blocks away from work. 

I won't lie. There are hundreds of questions surging through my noggin, and it's making me go crazy-nervous. Why the hell was she here? What could she possibly want to talk to me about, and why the hell now? Did she not make Danny and Zoey suffer enough by lying to them? She made him believe she was Zoey was his daughter, and then, just took off. 

It tore Danny apart, and I don't even want ...