Ava's POV
Nothing he said made any sense to me because I couldn't even place it.
“Did you get hurt by any chance that I helped you bandage up? Or maybe I called 911 to help you?” I asked. I was still here trying to rummage through my brain for the memory where I had helped anyone.
The only person that I used to help during that time was Ethan because of how clumsy he'd been on the rink. And I was sixteen too around that time. So there was no way I would have helped him.
I mean, were there any possibility that I would have met him and I would not remember? I pondered, my crash out earlier quickly forgotten.
What should I do to remember?
“Don't beat yourself up. I will tell you.” I heard him say. I looked over at him. He was sitting down back, looking all composed and good in his
