“Where are you, Ava? Is the news true?”
The text read. Simple and sharp. But as I stared at it, I could feel the harshness of his voice, the flat blue eyes, the ugly smirk and the way he narrowed his eyes at me.
My eyebrows puckered, I could feel the rage rising inside of me. My finger snapped on the side button in a flash, the screen went dead. I clasped the phone in my hands between my thighs.
The Maybach glides out of the hospital gates smooth as oil, nothing like the old SUV Mr. Adams always drove us in, while puffing up his shoulders like this best thing that has happened to mankind.
I sit in the back seat, tilting my head out the window, staring at the city blurring past, fingers twisting the hem of my black silk dress, one of which I had found in my now closet.
Lucien hasn’t s
