Serena's POV
Life had been floating along beautifully. Ryan was neck-deep in wedding preparations, handling most details while I focused on my Dreamland Studio ventures with Maya. All I had to do was make occasional decisions when the wedding planner called, then return to my blissful bubble with Vivian.
It was just another ordinary morning. I'd finished breakfast and was getting Vivian ready for our daily walk in Central Park when my phone started vibrating against the marble counter.
"Maya," I answered, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder while buckling Vivian into her stroller. "What's up?"
The silence on the other end lasted a second too long. "Serena, we have a situation."
My hand froze on the buckle. Maya didn't do drama or panic - her voice carrying that
