Cleo
I was halfway through my chemistry homework when Eric’s voice drifted up the stairs.
“Cleo! You have a visitor.”
I frowned.
A visitor?
Who would possibly be coming to see me?
Curiosity got the better of me. I put my pen down, closed my notebook and climbed out of my chair.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I looked over the banister.
Ava was standing in the middle of the living room.
She was looking around our little cabin with obvious curiosity, her eyes travelling over the furniture and the photographs we’d started putting up.
Then she looked up.
Our eyes met.
“Hi, Cleo.”
She smiled.
But it was nervous.
I couldn’t tell if she was nervous because she was in my home or because she was worried about how I was going to react to her.
Probably the latter.
After what I’d
