Avery’s POV
I didn't remember leaving the hospital. Celeste’s words kept playing in my head.
“Disappear, Avery or I make you.”
The threat wasn’t some empty threat. She was dead serious.
By the time I got to my apartment, my hands shook so badly I dropped my keys twice before I managed to unlock the door.
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I pressed my back against it to get my balance, trying to calm myself down.
A few minutes later, I dragged my duffel bag from the closet and started throwing clothes into it.
I didn’t fold them, I didn't have the time. My vitamins, ultrasound photos, and phone charger.
But where would I even go? How far is far enough?
I was reaching for my jacket when someone knocked on the door.
And I froze
“Avery?” Nina’s voice called in a low muff
