Chapter 125
- Ava’s POV
- I scrubbed the dishes until my knuckles ached, a furious repetition. Once for the grime, a second time for my own sanity, to drown out the thought of what awaited me upstairs.
- I wouldn't walk those stairs. I wouldn't knock on that door. The mere idea of it made my skin crawl, a cold dread seeping into my bones.