AVA'S POINT OF VIEW
We drove in silence for most of the way back to my mother's house.
The early morning sun was just beginning to scatter golden light across the horizon, catching on dew-soaked grass and casting long shadows that somehow matched the heaviness inside my chest.
Ethan hadn't asked too many questions after I confronted Lawrence.
He knew I needed space to process it all. And I appreciated that more than I could say.
He just held my hand, occasionally glancing at me to make sure I was okay. Or as okay as I could be.
I leaned my head against the cool window, watching as we passed sleepy neighborhoods and empty sidewalks.
The city had just begun to wake up, and I couldn't help but wonder how many people were out there, living entire lives without realizing their truths were buried beneath other people's decisions.
By the time we pulled into my mother's driveway, the house was quiet, but I could tell they were awake.
