Chapter 15
WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR to my bedroom, leading into the office space, my father was already there, standing with his hands behind his back, ambling around. I would say he was pacing, but there was a gentle thoughtfulness rather than an anxious level that typically followed me whenever I was pacing.
“You’re back,” I said in greeting. I had grown to appreciate my father’s presence more and more. It was a reminder that he hadn’t abandoned me, that he was still here for me.
He stopped and turned to me with a smile. “Hello, Ava.”
Tavlor shut the door behind us and we walked forward.
“Any news?” I asked, arching a brow.
My father nodded. “Well, yes. Though I’m not sure how best to interpret it.” He frowned, gesturing at the couches in the middle of the living room, and we all sat
