Ava Gobson's pov
I started to pace the room, like I did not belong inside of it.
Back and forth. Back and forth. My strides weren't even. Sometimes I was crossing the same spot twice, sometimes I actually stopped in the middle like I'd forgotten where I was going. My hands would keep clenching without me even realizing it-my nails digging into my palms until it almost hurt. The pain sort of grounded me. And it was something that I needed right now.
The room was too clean. Too quiet. Too prepared. Someone had thought about my comfort in advance, and that alone could make my chest feel tight. Comfort had never come without strings in my life. Never without consequences waiting quietly behind it.
My head just would not clear.
All through my stay here Damien's mother replayed in my mind-t
