Ava’s POV

The conversations ended and I walked away as if I was a lost puppy with no hope.

Austin’s voice still echoed in my head. That cold whisper. “She won’t survive the storm that’s coming.”

I swallowed hard. I boarded a cab and it took me to where my car was packed.

I drove into a dark spot between two delivery trucks. Turned the engine and sat there in silence.

I rested my forehead on the steering wheel. I closed my eyes and cried everything out. It was overwhelming.

I ...