Edward’s POV
“Mama...!”
The small voice cut through the thick tension in the air.
I turned toward the sound, almost too afraid to look. And then I saw him a little boy standing at the doorway of Mecca’s room.
His eyes, still heavy with sleep, widened in confusion the moment they landed on me.
At first, I couldn’t breathe.
He looked… he looked just like me.
Dark brown eyes. The same slope of the nose. Even the faint line on his chin my mother used to say I had the same one when I was little.
I froze.
Mecca, on the other hand, rushed toward him immediately. “Matthew, baby… balik ka muna sa kwarto, okay?” Her voice was gentle, rushed panicked.
But the boy just held her leg, staring up at me. “Sino po siya, Mama?”
My chest clenched.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. All I could do
