THIRD PERSON’s POV
It had been days since their talk.
As much as Ava tried to push the thoughts off towards the back of her head, it kept resurfacing the moment her eyes locks with her father’s during dinner or while she’s walking along the corridors of their house. Her mother had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire week.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t speaking to her. It was just her way of giving her space to think. And in Ava’s opinion, it was worse than when she would just randomly appear out of nowhere and throw casual lectures down her general direction.
“…cial law is a conglomeration of numerous federal, state, and international laws,” her professor dragged on, and she pretended to listen by scribbling random letters on an iPad.
She had been doing bad in most of her classes
