Chapter Seventy-Three
"It's your father's orders! Come home this instant!" Brenda's voice was like granite, grating Ava's ears. She swallowed hard as she slumped back on her chair, her heart twisting with pain inside of her.
So much for wishing they'd beg her to come home.
"No" She uttered quietly, feeling the strength drain out of her body. She did not want to go back and forth with her mother on this matter again.
"You seem to misunderstand." Brenda continued coldly "I'm not telling you. I said, it's your father's orders. It's an order, not a request!"
"I don't care if it's a command from the president himself." Ava retorted. She picked up a pencil on her desk and began doodling with it on a blank piece of paper on the table, temporarily taking her mind away from the discussion she
