Carson, once again, saw how her facial expression changed from sad to angry. He didn’t know why she would look at him like that. He looked around the small house to see if he just missed the photo somewhere. But then he remembered that she never mentioned anything about him either.
She took a deep breath. “I don’t where he is but I do hope he’s dead.” He couldn’t say anything. He grew up from a household where everyone loved each other deeply. Never did he imagine that he would get mad at his dad to the point he would wish him dead.
She turned to him. “I’m done here. I want to go home.”
He didn’t say anything and just followed her. To Carson, Avery was a unique adventure he has yet to explore. She had a lot of scars that rich women don’t. Being with her made him feel normal. “Avery”
