Ava's POV
I sat on my bed, holding the small piece of paper Steve gave me the night they visited. I had kept it at the bottom of my bag, thinking I would never use it. I stared at it for a while. The address of the triplets. I sighed. My hand trembled a little as I picked it up again. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to see them.
I still hated Vanessa for everything she did. She hurt me. She humiliated me in front of everyone. She made me cry. She made me feel like I was nothing. She teamed up with my stepmother and made my life a mess. She laughed when I was down. She never showed mercy.
But… she looked different that day. When I saw her again. Her eyes looked tired. Her voice was weak. She looked like someone who had no strength left. Like someone who needed help. Like someone who
