MILAN'S POV

I tried to prepare dinner for us, but my thoughts were all jumbled up as I thought about how Ava was feeling. As her mother, I knew how devastating it was for her to find out about her father like this.

I shook my head and tried to make dinner again when she walked into the kitchen. She had an expression on her face that was not difficult to read.

"Hey...dear… are you alright? I was preparing dinner for us to eat." 

Ava just stared at me and ...