Ava
I couldn't shift the feeling that I was missing something. I knew she had something concealed in the pocket of her robe. Perhaps it was alcohol? Perhaps it was a ring? Or perhaps it was something else. Either way, it didn't sit right with me. She hadn't got it from my room, I knew that much. I had thought my mother had gone into her bedroom to grieve, or to grab something she had misplaced. Now, I wasn't sure. The communal bathroom was beside her bedroom. Did she go into that room instead? Perhaps she had a headache? I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. At least that was something I could relate to. My head was pounding. Images flashed in my mind of opening the wardrobe, and discovering Luther holding my underwear! I was mortified! I blushed and pushed the memory down. This real
