"He isn't a god though. He can't just stop me from talking." I write down in just pure confusion.
"He might not be a god, but that doesn't mean your mom isn't."
"There is no way that Layla Grace is a god. I have no idea what you mean, Aphrodite?"
"What I mean is that who you think your mom is, isn't your real mom."
"Then who the heck is my mom!"
I write down, becoming more mad than I had been.
"You are looking at her. You have my blessing. You aren't completely mute, darling."
I looked at her, I had been mute my whole life.
"What do you mean, tell me!" I demand.
Then I pause, shocked.
I had spoken for the first time.