Zack's POV.
“What do you mean when Mam died?” I grimaced, unable to keep the disbelief from showing on my face. My chest felt tight, the question clawing its way out before my brain could stop it.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with shock, a flicker of something heavy crossing her expression.
“Why that look? Tell me everything I need to know,” I added, the stress of needing answers making my voice firmer than I intended.
Her eyes roamed the room for a moment, taking in the meticulously arranged decorations, the sun streaming in through the tall windows, before finally returning to me. Her lips were pressed together, like a dam holding back a flood.
“Who the hell is that woman I think is my mother every single day?” I added cautiously, unsure if she’d answer. My words sounded ha
