Conrad's POV
Avery had to push me out the door on Sunday. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to stay with her, but she insisted that she felt better and that I should go home and go back to work tomorrow. When I walked into my apartment, it felt cold and stiff, compared to her house. Her house was bright and warm, and it felt like a home. Something that I hadn't felt since I was a little kid and life was normal. My parents always put on a good act, and I didn't pick up on it until I was closer to being a teenager, but they hated each other.
I had been avoiding the phone call I needed to make all week. I had received one text from Barrette to call him and not another word. Ashlynn had blown up my phone all week. She asked once about Avery and me being together, and I ignored the questi
