Avery’s POV
I try to joke with Ellie about her taking forever to answer her phone for the second time this morning and I get no response from her. I turn to see why Ellie isn’t answering her bloody, loud as f*ck, ringing phone. I find her previously crimson cheeks have turned pale and ashen and I instantly know something is wrong.
I get to the table in two long strides and pick up her phone and look at the illuminated screen. I am instantly pissed off. What the bloody hell is that arsehole calling her for?
The ringing stops as I am holding her phone in my hand. I turn her phone to silent while I look down at Ellie. She looks so broken. She has folded her body into itself, pulling her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She is staring into nothingness, her ex
