Tessa's POV
I stayed at the clubhouse after Grant left.
Probably because I wasn't ready to go home.
Definitely because I didn't want to answer Mom.
My phone had buzzed four times.
I turned it facedown.
Edge noticed.
“You gonna answer that?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I looked at my brother.
“You know she's going to keep calling.”
“Not my problem.”
“She's your mother too.”
“Unfortunately.”
I laughed.
Edge took a drink.
For a few minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then I asked the question that had been bothering me since I'd arrived.
“Did Ava really say she doesn't want a relationship with us?”
“Yeah.”
“With any of us?”
“That's what she said.”
I nodded.
It hurt.
I wasn't going to pretend it didn't.
But hurt wasn't the same as unfair.
“When's the last time I saw her?”
Edge looked a
