Ava's POV
After my talk with the triplets, I was sure they wouldn't pester me again till I was ready to talk to them.
Deciding to pass the rest of the time in peace, I picked up a piece that was yet to finish knitting. It was a skirt this time.
Knitting has somehow become a peaceful activity for me. When I was knitting, it felt like I had created a silent bubble around myself that enclosed just me and my thoughts.
Humming to myself, I carefully passed the wool over and under each loop, repeating the process until the shape of the skirt began to form.
Midway through my knitting, my hands went utterly still as a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
It was someone's fault that I ended up like this in the first place. And whose fault was it if not my stepmother? She was the foundation of my
