CHAPTER 38
Ava’s POV
In Mara’s bedroom, nothing really piqued my interest like the rest of the rooms I’ve entered in this building. Her bedroom smelled nothing like motor oil or gasoline.
It had a feminine scent to it. And it made me proud of her, that living with men for years didn’t ruin the essentiality of using deodorants.
There are lipstick stains on the walls. And I imagined that Mara had taken her time to kiss the wall repeatedly with her red gloss that made beautiful patterns on the yellow wall.
But it was difficult to imagine that scenario because it didn’t sound like what Mara would do, except she was dead drunk.
I walked around the room for awhile, looking out the window. And from where I stood, the mountain and the building’s below gave a nicer serene atmosphere than ho
