After that phone call with her mom, Ava couldn’t stop herself from crying. She was bawling her eyes out, her sobs barely stifled by her hand as she clamped them tightly against her mouth. She didn’t even care that Giovanni was still in the bathroom with her, sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi and staring at her as she cried.
His face was blank as he kept his gaze on her. But in his eyes, an unreadable expression was hidden behind the silver specks of his grey orbs. He didn’t move from where he sat. He was just still as he watched her cry her heart out.
She had been crying for a full hour when he heard the last of her sobs. She was lying limply against one side of the jacuzzi, hugging her knees to her chest as her body convulsed occasionally with every deep breath.
When she didn’t move
