Becca.

I stormed past Layla and the kids, going to my room. Neal was right, I was lucky we had packed everything. I might have thrown things, otherwise.

The door to the bedroom opened, however, before I could lock it.

“Becca,” James said in a warning tone, “we really don’t have time for this.”

“We’re going to make time,” I replied, folding my arms over my chest. “I can’t believe you’d just show up here, thinking I’d f*cking ...