~Avery's POV~

I grabbed the glass of water that was standing on my night table aggressively and through it across the room. The glass hit the wall and shattered into a hundred pieces that lay across the floor.

”IT’S BEEN A MONTH NATASHA!” I shouted. I was succumbing to the anger and frustration that had been slowly building for the past month.

I grabbed the night table and threw it up in the air. It landed harshly on the floor, breaking the drawer. The only thing ...