Ava sat in her car, staring into space. She could feel the grief creeping back in. Grief for her dead father. Grief for the time they didn't get to spend together. Grief for all the lost years.
She'd resumed cleaning after hours of crying, but she'd still not been able to finish, as she kept bumping into memories of her father.
She'd stopped halfway and decided to go back home and come back to finish up whenever she was stable enough, again.
Sighing, she turned the key in the ignition and as the engine rumbled to life, she connected the music player to her iPhone's Bluetooth and put on Stormzy's "Blinded by your grace".
It was her go-to music whenever she felt troubled, and sad, because it gave her an inexplicable sense of peace.
She slowed out of the driveway and when she
