“Ava,” he called again, relief coating his words. “You... you picked up.”
I frowned, my brows pulling together. “Of course I did,” I said through gritted teeth. “You called me from an unknown number.”
He sighed. “I had to. Otherwise, I was afraid you wouldn't pick up.”
I rubbed my temples, feeling exhausted all over again. “And whose fault is that?” I snapped.
He ignored my words. “I still need to speak to you, Ava...” He paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably before he continued. “I really need us to talk again.”
My fingers flexed around the phone, my grip almost loosening as I struggled to hold myself together. Hearing his voice brought the memories of our relationship crashing back. From him being the center of my world to me feeling guilty about even speaking to him. It was
