"Beverly, what is going on?!" Layla, Beverly's mother, asked for the umpteenth time as she watched her pack her few clothes into a small bag.

"Nothing is going on, Mom," she replied, almost out of breath and then continued her packing

"What do you mean, nothing is going on? First, Mike was taken; second, you've been hiding something from me; third, you had said the Don didn't force himself on you, but now you are saying the child is his. I need to understand what is going on!"

"Shush, Mom, keep your voice down!" Beverly rushed to her mother's side.

"I won't until I understand what is going on!"

"Mom,...