VIVIENNE PARKER'S POV
Mom, are you okay? Lydia asked me while smith stared at me.
I am fine sweetheart. You guys don't need to bother about me. I said to them.
Alright mom. We thought it was the baby who was disturbing you mom. Smith said as he walked towards me.
No dear. I am fine. You both don't need to bother yourself. I said to them again and they all nodded their head.
"By the way, mom, Maya called us yesterday," Lydia said, her brow furrowed with concern.
I turned to her, my interest piqued. "And what did she say?" I asked, my voice gentle.
Lydia hesitated, glancing at Smith before answering. "Mom, she was crying."
My heart skipped a beat as I felt a surge of worry. "What happened to her?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
Smith filled in the details. "She said Aunt Linda and Uncle John had a fight the other night."
