"Morning,” I greet, standing at the kitchen entrance. Gunner rushes and hugs his father while telling him about the wonderful time he and Noah had at our house. “Good Morning, Ava.” I chuckle. He was trying to multitask. He was attending to me while listening to his son and still trying to do his
Rowan. I stare at my blank laptop screen, not really in the mood to work. Noah was playing video games, and Iris was sleeping. It’s been a while since Ava left to drop off Gunner; she should be back by now. Since her shootout, my worry for her has been constant. I can’t get rid of the fear that en
“I’m surprised, but also impressed.” Reaper says, and I swear I could hear the amusement in his voice. “Everyone talked about how much you loved her; I didn’t think you’d ever hurt her, especially for Ava.” “People don’t know shit.” It’s as I said that it finally hit me. My love for Emma was compl
Ava. My memories have come back, and to say that I’m pissed off would be an understatement. I was beyond angry. I was furious. “You lied to me!” I yelled at Rowan, my hand slapping his chest. It was similar to hitting a brick wall, but I didn’t care. “You fucking lied to me, you bastard. For month
“What do you mean?” he asks, clearly not believing what I was saying. Before I could answer, a knock on the door interrupted. Brian excuses himself and goes to open the door. For some reason, I’m not surprised when Rowan walks into the room. “You’re just in time, Rowan,” Brian tells him. “Ava was
I sigh in relief. Finally, I was able to prove that Emma isn’t as evil as others believed. My head was killing me, and I just wanted to sleep. “Are we done now?” I asked Brian. “Can I leave? And can she be released?” “Yes. As for Emma, she’ll have to wait a little bit in order for us to process he
It’s been a week since I asked Rowan to give me time. He’s tried to keep his distance, but it hasn’t been easy for both of us. I won’t lie, I really miss him. I miss being around him. I miss our talks. I miss everything about him. It’s been quite an adjustment trying to merge the Rowan I was used t
“Sarah…” I go to say, but she cuts me off. “We were wrong, Ava. We were wrong, and I believe that it’s because everyone held on to what could have been between Rowan and Emma that made it hard for them to move on. Looking back, I see it as clear as day. You were all still kids. If we had moved on,