“What in the world are you doing?” Damian hurried over as Avery stilled after Eloise’s palm met Avery’s face.
“This is crazy—”
“Damian”, Avery called in a warning tone, interrupting right as he was about to lash out at Eloise, who looked extremely furious with fear hidden in her tear-laced eyes.
Avery wouldn’t claim she understood her anger or how she must be feeling after she called to tell her Ian was stabbed after work; he was still her son after all.
It also wasn’t surprising that she became the object of her blame; it would be weird if she didn’t take the opportunity to blame her, and while Avery wished she could think she was free of the blame for what happened to Ian, she couldn’t help but blame herself.
Avery leaned in to whisper in Eloise’s ear after ignoring the stinging sen
