PRISCILLA'S POV

The elevator dinged, and I followed Brent down the hallway to his home, or should I say my former home? We'd had dinner and I wanted to pick the kids up from his place since they were with Salome. After the time Brent had kept them with her while he flew to California to help me, they'd been asking to stay with her again and so, I'd set it up when Brent offered to take me to dinner to celebrate something he still hadn’t told me.

I entered the house and looked around, masking ...