Ava’s POV
The bedroom suddenly felt too big for me tonight.
It was too quiet. Too full of everything we weren’t saying.
Leon let the suitcase fall with a heavy thud right by the door. The sound punched the air and it startled me a little.
On the dresser sat those beautiful white roses he’d just gave me—perfect, still wrapped in plastic. They looked like the kind of flowers you send when you miss someone dearly, someone that you can't let a day pass without thinking about them. I couldn’t even glance at them without my stomach twisting.
He started taking his clothes off the way he always does when he thinks that I’m half-asleep: slow, and unhurried.
His jacket slid off his shoulders. He tugged his tie loose, and tossed on the chair. His fngers working each shirt button like he had a
