EIGHTEEN

SLYVIA'S POV

We slept well in our new home despite our current living conditions. The air mattress wasn’t the most comfortable, but it did the job. The next morning, we brushed our teeth, took our baths, and got dressed.

Today, I plan to find a good school nearby for the kids. Just as I was gathering my things, I heard a knock on the door. “Who could it be?” I wondered. It couldn't be the movers since they weren't due until tomorrow.

I peeped through the door hole and saw Grayson standing there. My heart skipped a beat. "Open up, it's me, Grayson, Sylvia," he said from the other side.

"Who's at the door, Mummy?" Zendaya asked loudly enough for Grayson to hear. There was no pretending we weren't home now that Zendaya had given us away.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. My eyes fell on Grayson. He wore a dark navy suit with a black coat and a scarf, his hair brushed back perfectly. His eyes were as captivating as ever, and he had never looked more handsome. His presence filled