ZAYLA

I searched and searched and failed. It's the truth. He's not lying.

Damn. How can he be so young? I could literally categorize him in his late twenties. I bit down hard on my lip, and let go. One thought in mind.

The Triplets.

I could only imagine how old they really are.

"Speechless?" He's teased, obviously reading my expression.

I smiled, "I'm... I'm... I'm just... God. I wasn't expecting that."

"Great gene, sweetheart." He grinned.

There was an awkward pause. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Si—

"Hungry?" He glanced at me, probing his body up. "Got some granola bars. Heard you're a veggie princess."

I didn't need to...