Ava’s POV

I stared at the eviction notice in my hands, my stomach twisting into knots. my landlord said I had a week but here I am .... on the streets!.

Rent issues. A “miscalculation,” my landlord had called it. But all I heard was: you have to leave.

I didn’t even have a place to go.

It wasn’t like I could call anyone. I’d already strained things with my dad, and my so-called friends were more interested in their own drama than helping me out.

I ...