CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
AVA’S POV
There was an awkward silence on the breakfast table and only Knox seemed oblivious to it, constantly asking his father about going to the park with him. I was quite undecided and yet afraid at the same time. It was a strange feeling and it disturbed me to a great deal. A normal person wouldn’t even have to decide.
“Mummy,” Knox tagged at my hand, tearing my attention from where I was mindlessly playing with my fork. I hadn’t taken a single bite of the very tantalizing breakfast Sandra had taken the liberty of preparing. She had barely said a word to me but I’d noticed the look of hope in her eyes, almost as though she was begging me to stay. I knew she had taken a liking to Knox. What if she was one of them? I mean, who in this town actually wasn’t?
“Yes
