Chapter eighty-Two

SCARLETT

Katherine is threatening the cops, they’re threatening her, and Olivia is backing her bullshit. The focus has shifted from the issue at hand, they’re ruining my plans, ruining what I’ve spent weeks and thousands on. I need to shift back to the mother who cried wolf, and I do, the moment Katherine drops the Cake knife onto the table and tried to throw hands with Estelle, I butt in.

“This is ridiculous,” I laugh, strolling towards the chaos. “You're all dragging this matter, Aurora.” I turn to her, “Why don't you just show the officers and this young lady pictures of you and your daughter from the time she was born, or pregnancy pictures, that'll do it.” I suggest, knowing full well she has nothing of that sort.

Aurora has no baby pictures, no birth certificate, no ultrasounds or pregnancy photos because Layla isn't her child. She belongs to Xena's recovered addict of a cousin, she's the real mother of this child. Xena kept telling me how familiar the little girl was, she would