EDWARD’S POV
I was wrong.
So f*****g wrong that when Layla finishes talking, nothing comes out of my mouth.
She’s staring at me, waiting for a response but aside from Zyrax growling a million things in my head, all I can think is what the f**k.
What the actual f**k.
For the last two months, I’d convinced myself Layla couldn’t possibly know anything about my mom. Hell, there were times I wondered if it was even the same Layla. Maybe Mom knew someone else. Maybe I’d gotten the whole thing wrong.
Turns out I was the one who was wrong.
Mom knew her. She went looking for Layla six years ago and somehow I never found out until now.
“Did you ever find out why she visited?” I finally ask.
Layla shakes her head, her shoulders slumping.
“I didn’t even know her name or status. Every time I
