Steve’s POV
I couldn’t sit still. The moment those words left her mouth, I felt my heart drop.
“I’m in deep shit.”
She said it so quietly, but the weight of it pulled the air right out of my body. I stared at her, still watching her fingers wrapped around the teacup, the steam rising and curling in front of her pale face.
I shifted from where I was sitting on the floor and pushed myself up. My knees cracked a little as I stood, but I didn’t care. I walked closer and slowly knelt in front of her, lifting my hands and cupping her cold face between my palms. Her skin was softer than usual, but it was cold, and her cheeks still felt damp from the rain.
“Ava,” I said, my voice coming out lower than I meant it to. “Did you fight with someone? Did somebody hurt you?”
Her eyes met mine, and
