Chapter Two Hundred and Two
Vanessa’s POV
The bright, warm sun of a beautiful Manchester afternoon streamed through the massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows of our penthouse apartment. The entire space was filled with the cheerful, sweet sound of a baby’s bubbling laughter. Down on the thick, plush white rug in the center of the living room, two-year-old Layla was sitting up proudly, her small hands clapping together as she tried to catch a colorful plastic ball that was rolling across the floor. She had grown so much over the last two years, her bright eyes and long eyelashes looking more and more like her father’s every single day.
Right next to her, sitting cross-legged with a heavy book about giant cargo ships open in his lap, was eight-year-old Chase. He was taking his job as a
