Avery’s POV
Getting home late and exhausted, I head straight to my room, not bothering to stop until I am stripping down in my washroom. I throw my keys and wallet on the counter and let my clothes drop in a messy puddle on the floor.
The almost scalding water beating down on my shoulders and back helps wash away the worries of the day. I am nervous about talking to Ellie, I pretty much put all my faith I her. But is that fair? What if she isn’t inspired? What if I have to come to Arthur tomorrow with nothing? I shake my head of those thoughts and rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I get out of the shower and dry my body. Then I walk to my room while roughly, rubbing the towel over my head to get off the excess water. I am distracted in my thoughts as I move into my room, but su
