~Ava's POV~
"She's not who you think she is."
That line came later. But for now, I just had to get through the night.
*****
“Handled.”
I was lying in bed, wide awake, going over what my dad said. It was bothering me, like it had sharp points that kept poking me. What was he talking about? Was it something to do with work, something for the public, or something personal?
By 3 AM I'd stopped pretending I was going to sleep. I grabbed my notepad, moved to the kitchen, and started writing out every possibility I could think of.
I was still there when Dominic walked in at six-thirty, already dressed, jacket over one arm.
He stopped when he saw me. Took one look at my face and said, "You didn't sleep."
"Neither did you."
"I was working."
"So was I," I said. "Just horizontally."
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