"The baby started to cry, softly at first, but then the volume and intensity increased until it sounded like she was yelling bloody murder."She cries ...ll the time she's awake, ever since she was born. Even when I give her the bottle, she cries between gulps. And when I feed her, she cries between bites. I just don't know what to do."I leaned into the crib so I could see the baby's eyes. They were full of tears and squeezed shut with every howl. But she opened them when inhaling to fill her. We were both panting when we broke the kiss. Missy dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and then turned to me."I don't mean to put you off, John, but I need a shower," she said firmly."Of course. Tracey thought you might want one. Take your time and pamper yourself. There are towels and stuff on the counter. I, um, kinda bought something for you to wear too."Missy turned the light on in the bathroom and stared at what I had gotten her. "It's beautiful, John, thank you," she said as she. They had asked for some time alone in orbit, though I think Jeryl was involved in their planning to some extent.“Does Jeryl have any special plans?” Alison asked.“She’s been approached by some designer label here. They got wind of her spending time in Sydney, realized she has been on the Emmy’s Best Dressed list for the past six years, and asked if she would be interested in collaborating with them. She’s there with Lila this morning. She took a bunch of the new material samples DuPont sent. It was absolutely beautiful yet she couldn't shake the uneasiness it radiated."I'm either the luckiest girl from Queens... or I am about to be on the next Netflix crime documentary..." Lisa thought to herself.She still could not recall signing up for the damn thing. Yet here she was. The proud new owner of a million dollar mansion that looked to have been abandoned for quite sometime now.Lisa bent down to pick up her lone bag. She didn't bring much. In a stroke of bad luck, most of her.