Chapter Twenty-two BarrettI told myself after the weekend with Ava that everything with her would stop, but it seems like life has other plans. I find myself standing on her parents’ doorstep yet again. After knocking twice, I glance through the window, wondering if she’s even home.
Mrs. Saunders is the one who answers, and she’s all smiles. “Barrett, I’m so glad you could come! How did you drive down here so fast?”
I was already halfway here, but there’s not a chance that I’m going to explain to Ava’s mom why that is. “Let’s just say I was in the neighborhood. And it seemed like you really needed my expertise.”
“You’re such a sweet boy,” she says, shepherding me inside the house, “or a good man, I should say. It’s been a long time since you were a teenager tossing a football in my yard
