Edge’s POV
Exiled.
That f*****g word wouldn't leave my head.
Princess hadn't screamed it.
Hadn't thrown it at Dean to hurt him.
She'd said it like a fact.
Because to her, it was.
After Mom told my eleven-year-old daughter she wasn't worthy of calling her Grandma.
Ava started disappearing from my side of the family.
Not all at once.
That would've been easier to notice.
She still lived under my roof.
But looking back, I could see it.
By fourteen, she barely ate at the table with us anymore.
Homework.
Already ate.
Wasn't hungry.
And I accepted every f*****g excuse.
By sixteen, I saw even less of her.
At the time, I hadn't questioned it.
Teenager getting older. Becoming independent. Doing her own thing.
That was what I'd told myself.
Except I couldn't have told you what h
