Chapter 29: Blood and Torture

Miguel's POV

The entire ride to the safehouse, I kept thinking about the evening with Ava and the familiar tune she had hummed —the very tune that set me off.

How did she know it? Just how?

The tune seemed to haunt me everywhere, echoing in my mind and forcing me to remember all the things that I didn't want to.

My chest tightened, and my mother's face flashed before my eyes, momentarily, filling me with dread.

I didn't want to think about it —about her, but somehow all those feelings seemed to be crawling right to the surface, and I hated it.

I hated how fragile it made me feel, so I shoved them back down. Instead, I focused on how fantastic it had felt to have Ava even for a bit.

The thought of her was like a drug, and I just couldn't resist it as the emotions rushed into me.

The longing still remained, and so did the frustration. It had followed me. I couldn't help it. Leaving her like that after getting to that point hadn't been the easiest for me.

It was hard, especially aft