Ava’s POV
The room felt strangely small and suffocating, causing my lungs to strain from forcing in the air.
I paced back and forth the length of my room, wriggling my hands, trying to keep my emotions in check. My breath came in fast, uneven gasps, and no matter how many times I told myself to calm down, the rage, the disbelief, the sheer shock refused to subside. My whole body felt overheated and trembling, my mind spinning with questions I didn’t want answers to.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to hit something, to rip something apart.
I wanted to march back into that damn company and demand answers.
But what good would that do? I’d seen everything with my own two eyes. I’d heard my own son call that man, the word he had no business knowing.
Dada.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a fresh
