*Ava*

When I get home, the apartment is empty, which is a godsend because I just can’t talk to anyone right now. Especially Emma.

But just in case she should return, I hurry with my bag to my bedroom and close the door. I proceed to throw myself down on my bed and cry.

There really is no help for it.

I can’t imagine breaking up with Lucas, but I can see the consequences of our relationship unfolding before my eyes. Emma and my father will likely ...