Ava’s POV
I am standing in the middle of my bedroom, holding an old t-shirt, and looking around.
There isn’t a lot in here that I want to bring, as I already packed most of the things I wanted when I was being shipped up North before Rachel kidnapped me.
With a sigh, I plop down on the bed.
“What can I help with?” Eric comes striding into the room, clearly finished with his thorough search of the house.
That didn’t take him long, it isn’t a big house.
Glancing around me again, I shrug my shoulders.
“I think I already collected most of what I wanted to bring.”
Eric looks around me too.
“Should we move to another room?”
I consider this for a moment. Is there anything else that I should take? Outside of my bedroom, everything is my parent’s things, so I really shouldn’t take anyt
