'No, that can't be true! Mom, cared… she must have cared for me… if she didn't then why would she have risked her life for me at the very end?'
'There has to be another reason for how she treated me! Yes, it must have all been for the sake of Pure! To make me stronger, so I could take over the organisation one day… right?'
These haunting thoughts kept repeating themselves. Layla's mind went over all her interactions with her mother, the images of those times vividly flashing before her eyes. They reminded her of all of the things she had tried to block out and those she had buried deep inside.
Layla couldn't help but focus on Lucy's face in all of those memories. The strange look on her face whenever daughter and mother had interacted. As it turned out, looking back, Layla realised that the few times her mother had told Layla anything about her father, like him being a fantasy writer, she had only done so while facing away.
