Opening her eyes, Ava groaned with irritation. Her phone was silently flashing like a round of fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Ignoring the call, she pulled the duvet up and tugged a pillow over her face, begging the darkness of her bedroom to surround her again. Concentrating on her breathing, she tried to drift away to the beautiful wooded area that had become her safe place. It was a place filled with lush green blades of grass, bluebells and daisies. A place where streams of sunlight broke through the trees, where songbirds rested and butterflies fluttered. It was her place and nobody but Ava could enter it.
She had used Bluebell Wood as her hideaway place, since dreaming it up as a child. It had been the place she would let her mind go when she needed to be away from things that hurt h
