AVA'S POV
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting pale, jagged stripes across my duvet.
I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the gray haze of a Tuesday morning that felt heavier than it should.
My phone was on the nightstand, buzzing softly against the wood.
I reached for it instinctively, then froze.
The screen was lit up, displaying a notification from last night that I had been too cowardly to address.
Unknown Number: Would you allow him?
The question sat there, stark and terrifying in the digital silence.
It wasn't a typo.
It wasn't a joke.
It was a line drawn in the sand, and I was standing on the wrong side of it, trembling.
My thumb hovered over the screen.
My heart did a little stutter-step in my chest.
Would I?
The answer was complicated.
It involved laws,
