Susan shook her head. She somehow knew she wouldn't be able to say anything to Ava, when she'd seen them staggering home. She knew how Ava could be when she was drunk.
She took a sticky note from the bedside table and scribbled a note on it, then gently closed the door behind her, as she left the room.
She was going to talk to Ava later. She needed to.
Ava got out of the cab that had dropped her in front of her mom's house, and headed inside. She had a scarf around her neck and dark shades on. She was still hungover, so she didn't think she could handle the steering.
She punched in the passcode and went into the house. "Mom!" she called out, tossing her bag on the couch. "Up here!" her mom called back from upstairs.
Ava strode to the kitchen and took a bottle of water, the
