LAYLA’S POV
Adults are complicated. Actually, scratch that. Parents are complicated. They swear every terrible decision they make is for your own good, then somehow expect a standing ovation when everything blows up in everyone’s face.
“So…” I let out a long sigh, keeping my eyes on my father. “You don’t think Mum was actually friends with her?”
He shakes his head. “That’s what I believe.”
I glance at Edward, his thumb still absentmindedly brushing over my hand.
Great.
Somehow we’ve managed to end up right back where we started. His father lied. My father lied. At this rate, the next person to confess something outrageous is probably going to tell us we’re secretly siblings just to complete the disaster.
Seriously, how many family secrets can two people have before it becomes a full
