CHRISTIAN
She had locked herself in, shutting out the world along with her pain. The fear in Ava’s eyes, haunting and palpable, pierced my heart far deeper than I could have ever imagined.
I'm profoundly grateful for Patrick's intervention at that crucial moment, but alongside my gratitude, there's a gnawing worry that gripped me tightly, and i.e., the web of misunderstanding that Ava must be weaving alone inside the dark and lonely room. I need to clear up her misunderstandings before they haunt her enough to lead her to any kind of regrettable decisions.
Never in my life did I imagine I could succumb to such selfishness. I'm no saint, but when it came to Ava, she always came first. It was her needs, her desires that guided my actions. Yet today, unwittingly, I've let my own persiste
