Free The Prada Plan 2: Leah's Story by Ashley Antoinette

to be safe and sound in her room.
    “She’s all right,” she said aloud, trying her hardest to speak it into existence. Pulling open the door in desperation, she rushed over to the crib, only to be hit with reality. The bare crib caused her knees to buckle, and she grabbed onto the wooden rails for support.
    What am I doing? My daughter needs me. I’m all she has, she thought.
    Although Indie was in their lives now, she thought back to how he had abandoned her before in her time of need. Feeling like a traitor, she reached for the cordless phone. She knew that the call she was about to make would jeopardize everything between her and Indie. It was risky, and would shine the spotlight directly on top of them, but her back was against the wall. There was no other solution. She had seen it in Indie’s eyes the moment he had returned home. Even he didn’t know if he would be able to bring their baby home. She took a deep breath and dialed the numbers.
    “Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?”
    “Someone took my baby. My daughter has been kidnapped,” YaYa whispered with a stifled cry as she covered her mouth to contain her fear.
    She turned around and saw Indie standing in the doorway. She jumped and released the phone as if it had suddenly grown hot in her hand.
    “What did you do, ma?” he asked as he shook his head from side to side. He knew the magnitude of her actions. Within the hour, their home would be swarming with cops, every part of their lives monitored and picked apart. They were about to be under a federal microscope, and to a hustler of Indie’s stature, that was worse than death. “What did you do?”
    YaYa looked him directly in the eyes and wiped her tears as she replied, “I did what I had to do…for my daughter.”

Chapter Six
     
    The red, white, and blue flashing lights lit up the streets like it was the Fourth of July. While Disaya felt a sense of relief from the presence of authority, Indie’s chest tightened uncomfortably. He was cut from a completely different cloth than Disaya. Under no circumstances did he trust the police; even something as daunting as Skylar’s disappearance didn’t spark an urge for him to request their help.
    Tension thickened the air as YaYa looked at Indie from across the room. She could see his anger in his pulsing temples as he spoke with the lead federal agent in charge of Skylar’s case. She herself had been questioned a million times in a million different ways. They asked the same questions repetitively in an attempt to find a loophole in her story, but YaYa had nothing to hide. She was as honest as she could be, but as she watched Indie’s demeanor she knew that things were not going as smoothly for him.
    YaYa could see that Indie needed her by his side. She was his regulator and could calm him down just by standing beside him. Her presence was therapeutic for him. She made her way to him and interrupted the line of questioning that the agent was taking him through.
    “Hi. I’m Disaya Morgan, Skylar’s mother,” she said as she extended one hand and rubbed Indie’s back gently with the other. She could feel his shoulders relaxing from her touch.
    “Federal Agent Norris,” he replied as he shook her hand. His tone of voice was tight and unfriendly, his eyes accusatory and stern. YaYa could tell that the man would not extend them the benefit of the doubt. He cleared his throat and continued with his interrogation.
    “Where were the two of you when your daughter was taken?” he asked.
    “Asleep in the master bedroom,” Indie replied.
    “There was no sign of forced entry? Neither of you heard anything? An infant usually cries when their rest is disturbed. You must be a pretty heavy sleeper, huh?”
    YaYa could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and she frowned slightly, but kept her cool. Now was not the time for theatrics. She didn’t care how much of a jerk the guy was, as long as he did his job and recovered baby Sky.
    “We don’t know how