Edge POV
The way Ava looked at me...
It was like she'd given up a long time ago.
Which somehow made this hurt worse.
She truly had lost faith in her parents.
Talking about paternal and maternal obligations.
That's how she saw herself to us.
An obligation.
And the worst part?
She wasn't wrong.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd given my kid a hug.
Except for carrying her today.
Hell, I couldn't even say I'd hugged her during the last few years she'd lived at home.
“That’s enough of that. You’re not going anywhere except back to bed.”
I looked at my daughter.
“Time to dust off your cut. It's time for you to come back to the family.”
Ava looked at me, confused.
“What cut? I never had one.”
I stared at her.
“What the hell do you mean? Your daughter cut.”
Ava looked just
