~Ava pov~

If someone in the past had told me that I’d be going to the mall like a normal girl with a boyfriend who treated me like I hung the moon I would’ve laughed until I cried.

But here I was. Saturday afternoon. Wearing real jeans. Not Logan’s shirt. And for once, my mascara wasn’t waterproof because I wasn’t expecting to cry today.

How life changes.

“You need new shoes,” Charlotte declared, arms crossed as we stood outside one of those fancy stores with mannequins. ...