It was half past seven when they finally arrived at Madison, Wisconsin.
Ava was fast asleep in her seat, curled up into a ball with Giovanni’s jacket perched on top of her. She looked peaceful. Her wavy hair was tied up into a loose bun, strands of it framing her face.
Without the frantic look in her eyes and the crazy smile, she almost looked angelic.
It took a while before he managed to convince her to get some sleep. She seemed to break down and was fidgeting as she tried to convince him over and over again how her mother might’ve been the one behind leaving her.
As much as it pained him, he’d rather have the Ava who would snap at him with clever retorts back.
Reaching an intersection, he maneuvered the car into a narrow road framed by tall hedges. The gravel must’ve shook the c
