LAYLA’S POV
And Amber got everything. While I worked at the print shop after lectures. While I wore the same three pairs of shoes until they practically fell apart. While I begged for textbooks and got told there wasn't enough money.
There was enough.
There was more than enough.
It was mine.
The money that paid for everything in that house... the family car, Amber's dress for the mating ceremony, the tuition they kept insisting was such a struggle, all of it came from Edward’s mom who gave it specifically for me. They took it and used it to make my life smaller while making Amber’s larger.
I don't even realize my fingers are digging into Edward's shoulders until he gently catches my wrists.
"Layla." His voice is soft. "Baby."
I look down.
Red marks are already beginning to bloom
