Edge's POV
“Fuck.”
Vina looked up from her coffee.
I'd been standing at the kitchen counter for five minutes, staring at nothing.
“What?”
“My mother.”
That got her attention.
“What about her?”
I turned around.
“We f*****g knew.”
Vina frowned. “Knew what?”
“That she didn't like Ava.”
Her face changed.
There.
That was all the answer I needed.
“You knew too.”
“Edge—”
“Don't.”
I pointed at her.
“Don't give me that s**t where we pretend this is some big f*****g revelation.
"We didn't know what Mom said to Ava when she was eleven. Fine. I'll give us that.”
I dragged a hand over my beard.
“But we knew she treated those girls differently.”
Vina didn't answer.
“Mom called asking for Cloe. Not the girls. Cloe.”
“I remember.”
“She bought Cloe shit.”
“Yes.”
“Had her spend
