BYRON

Cameron and I were just rounding up at the funeral reception when I got Normani’s call. She wasn’t sounding alright, she sounded drunk.

“Norma, I can’t hear you clearly. Where are you?”

She giggled then hissed at me. “She said she was your wife and vacation going you and baby and stay I should away threaten me. How dare you?” What the fuck was she saying? Was she talking about Sydney? There was no way Sydney could have contacted her though because I never spoke about her to Sydney so she did not know her.

“Okay. Calm down, baby. I need you to tell me where you are.” She murmured a name I was familiar with, in no second I was carrying my car keys and rushing out the door but Cam stopped me. He wanted to go with me.