Maya

I didn't have a clue about what to do next. In my mind, fury still raged, and the pain was beyond description—it felt like a relentless stab in the chest, the kind that hit me every second since those flashes of the twins having sex with Penelope seared into my memory.

God! This was killing me.

In the midst of this chaos, a thought struck me—did Ayla feel the same when my mom shattered her once-happy marriage? Of course, my mom wasn't solely responsible, but her ...