I shrug, still confused as to why I felt compelled to plant the bug on her purse. “I honestly don’t know. She just seemed…familiar. Was I wrong to do that?”
When Pavel shakes his head, I sigh in relief. “No, you weren’t. By doing so, we were able to gather so much information.”
“What information? And who was that woman?”
Pavel is about to reply, but it seems it isn’t his place to because what I hear slip past Alek’s lips changes everything. “That woman is my mother.”
I open but soon close my mouth, not even sure what I want to say. Alek takes a seat beside me while Ingrid opts to stand by his side, a move not missed by a glaring Zoey.
Alek waits for me to process what he just shared, but he’ll be waiting a while because what in the ever-living f**k? His mom? I don’t even know what to
