SHAYNA'S POV.

she walks in with a. Frown on her face and it pleases me more than ever, I knew the tumors would fly last really quickly but I never imagined it to be this quick.

She closes the door shut and sits on the couch right across from me.

"aren't you busy? You don't have places to go and pastors to throw?" I ask her but she doesn't respond. All she does is roll her eyes and stare out her cigarette just like always.

She had never really been the mother material, I had known this since I was twelve and she did make sure it was obvious enough...