What a night. I’m not sure about what all went down, but some shit went south while the show was going on, and Lyon is on the warpath. Nothing much was said after we hustled the women and children to safety while half of the team took care of the performers at the end of the show, but from what little I gathered, he was blaming his kid, who had never left my sight.
Silla had been having the time of her life, which, if I’m being honest, was the only thing on my mind before things went to shit. I was seeing another side to her, one where she was free and happy and it was a good look.
I didn’t know she could sing, but she danced and sang and screamed along with everyone else, all while not getting too far away from me. I liked seeing her like this and added stuff like this to the growing list of things I plan to expose her to once we get settled in my home.