Ava’s POV

I didn’t know where we were going, and honestly, I didn’t care. After spending the afternoon trapped under my siblings’ judgmental gazes, anything was better than staying in Logan’s apartment, drowning in my thoughts. So when he drove us across town and pulled into a parking lot, I was too lost in my own head to even notice where we were—until I saw the glowing neon sign above the entrance.

Westbridge Bowling Alley.

I turned to Logan, raising an eyebrow. ...