Ava’s POV

She nodded and showed me back to the guest room.

I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard with my knees drawn up and my arms wrapped around them.

My palms felt stiff, but I didn’t pay attention to it. The house was still and peaceful.

I stared at the wall and my eyes burned from no sleep. Austin’s words kept playing in my head.

“She won’t survive the storm that’s coming.”

The way he said as if he had won and I was too slow to see it.

My stomach twisted every ...