Vanessa stood by the door, not knowing what to say.

"What the hell was Riccardo doing in front of her door?"

No. That's not supposed to be the question. She mentally faced palmed herself.

"How did he know my house?"

Vanessa's grip tightened around her door knob. She was happy that Emily wasn't around and that her kids were asleep.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. Why was Riccardo always popping up in front of her. She's trying her best to stay away from him, yet, he just keeps showing up.

"What are you doing here?" She managed to ask as she steadied her Voice. He...