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“Wait,” Becca said quickly as she turned back to the nanny. “Come with us.”
“Come with you?” Sara gasped as she stared at me with aging green eyes and graying hair.
“Yes. I’m going to need help because I don’t know how to do any of this, and with everything going on…..” Becca’s words died off as she took a deep breath and met the woman’s eyes again. “I will pay you. I don’t want you to feel like you won’t get paid. I know you didn’t ask for any of this, but I could really use your help.”
The woman seemed overjoyed by the idea of being able to stay a part of the child’s life and also keep her employment. “Of course, miss. If you give me just a moment, I will go upstairs and collect our things.”
It was an open crime scene, and I didn’t understand how that would be possible. However, the man they called Greg, who seemed to be in charge of this whole thing, walked up next to Sara, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Come on, I’ll walk you inside so you can get what you need.”
As the two of them disappeared, I again turned my attention to Becca, who took her seat in the back of the car, cradling the child in her arms.
I had imagined seeing her like this for so long, and now that it was here, I wish it was under different circumstances. I didn’t want my first image of seeing her with a child to be at a crime scene, but then fate has a funny way of making things happen.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Becca. I promise.”
Gazing up at me with red-rimmed eyes, she smiled. “She knew this was going to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tally, she knew this was going to happen,” she replied softly. “Tally never planned ahead for anything in her life, but she made the will just a few days ago. It was like she knew she was going to die.”
I wasn’t expecting for Becca to tell me this, and honestly thinking about it had me considering if that were possible. It could have been mere coincidence that Tally had made the will just in case, but then again, if she had suspicions, maybe she did know.
As far as I knew, she wasn’t part of our world, as James had made sure to keep her from it, but she was smarter than she had let people believe, and she had kept her mother away for a reason. So there was no telling what Tally had known.
Thinking that nothing else could get worse, I quickly found that I was wrong as I heard screaming and crying coming from the other side of the long driveway. Closing the car door so that it wouldn’t distract Becca, I turned my attention towards my sister, who narrowed her brows and looked in that direction of the screaming as well.
Then, we saw Tally’s mother, Allison, come running forth, dropping to the ground, causing all kinds of hysterics over everything that had happened, over losing her daughter. A daughter who she put in this position by working with Sergie.
“No! Where is she?” Allison screamed over and over. “My baby! My baby!”
At the same time this was happening, Sara, the nanny, came outside from the house carrying two large bags. Her eyes met Allison’s and as they did, Allison got to her feet and ran towards the woman. “Where is my grandchild? Where is he?”
Sara looked terrified, and as Greg exited the house with two large suitcases, he gestured to two officers to detain Allison. Sara, however, didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry, ma’am, he is with Miss Becca. He is safe.”
“What?!” Allison screamed as she looked towards where Allegra and I were standing next to the car. “Get him away from the bitch! This is all her fault!”
Attempting to break free from the men, she managed for a moment to run towards the car only to be met by my angry glare. “If you come near Becca, you will regret ever doing so.”
Greg yelled at his officers to get Allison, but as she stared at me, I saw the hatred that brewed inside her. “I’m his grandmother. I have my rights!”
“Not in the state of Florida. There is no such thing as grandparent rights, and Tally had a will that gives Becca custody of the child.”
“No! I’ll kill that bitch! She ruined everything!”
“Mrs. Valentino, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.” The officer said as he and another man arrested Allison where she stood in front of me. It was nice to see the woman getting what she deserved, but to know what it cost for it to happen wasn’t something anyone wanted.
Allison went kicking and screaming as they dragged her towards a patrol car. Her screams of profanity and pain over losing her daughter were heartbreaking. However, she had no one to blame but herself.
“The bags are loaded.” Allegra finally said as she placed her hand on my arm. I had been so lost in thought, I hadn’t noticed the car had been loaded, and Sara had climbed into the back of the car with Becca.
“What do we do now?” I asked her softly, trying to manage my emotions as I remained neutral for everyone’s sake.
“We go back to my house and try to relax after everything. It’s going to take time to fix things, Neal, but in the end, everything will be okay,” Allegra said.
I wanted to believe my sister, but honestly, I wasn’t sure if I did.
So much pain had been caused today, and through it all, I was the reason why.
Becca.
My life went in slow motion as I tried to grasp a handle on everything that had happened. I had been handed a newborn child that I was expected to take care of and a nanny who I was more than grateful for.
But through it all, I was blindsided and confused.
My entire world had been flipped upside down, and as I walked through the front doors of Allegra’s house, I tried to understand how I was going to make it through everything.
“Why don’t I go ahead and put the kettle on?” Allegra said softly as she made her way slowly towards the kitchen. “It’s been a very hectic day, and we all need a rest.”
She wasn’t wrong there, but the moment I thought about a cup of tea, it brought tears to my eyes again. That was the last thing Tally and I had done before hell broke out in her house, and I was left without my friend.
“Oh, Miss Becca, why don’t I go ahead and get the baby settled in? It’s been a long day, and you need rest,” Sarah said as she held out her arms and allowed me to hand over the child to her.
She wasn’t wrong about me needing more rest. I desperately needed it, but with my mind completely worn, I didn’t even know what I was supposed to do.
“You can take the second door on the left,” Allegra called from the kitchen to Sara. “I don’t have a crib or anything like that for the baby, but I did reach out to my neighbor who has a pack and play. She said she would deliver it soon.”
“That’ll work perfectly. Thank you,” Sara replied as she took the child towards the room with Neal carrying the bags behind her.
Allegra walked towards me, taking my hand as she led me towards the kitchen. I simply followed in a robotic manner going through the motions without actually being present. I was safe, and so was my unborn child. The paramedics looked me over at the scene.
I had been fortunate I wasn’t severely hurt, which was the only thing that Sergei made sure of. The baby in my stomach had been valuable to him, and therefore, I was treated kindly to an extent, but that hadn’t been the case for any of the others.
“I know the last thing that you want to hear is that everything is going to be okay because it’s not going to be okay. At least not right now. The only thing we can do is take it one day at a time.”
Allegra wasn’t wrong, and as I took a seat on the bar stool, I let a heavy breath escape me. “I just don’t understand why this happened,” I whispered, finally letting my eyes connect with her.
“I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry that it did,” she replied softly. “We will get through this.”
“I think I should go lay down,” I replied as I stood once more. “I feel like I could sleep forever.”
Taking my tea, I turned away from Allegra and passed by Neal standing in his doorway before entering the bedroom I had stayed in many times before. Closing the door, I relished in the peace, and as I set my tea down, I cried again.
I didn’t even know if James was alive, which was the worst part.
I knew that he could be dying in the hospital, but I wasn’t allowed to go there.
Moving towards the bed, I laid down upon it, wrapping myself around the cold soft pillow, my heart was broken, and my mind fractured. I closed my eyes and allowed the darkness to take me. Sleep was what I needed, and time would heal me.
Eventually.
*****
Neal.