*Ava*

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

“Dad,” I say, sighing into the phone as I pace our new New York townhouse kitchen. “Calm down.”

“I will not! What do you mean ‘I moved in with Liam’? The man’s old enough to be your father!” my father shouts.

I hold the phone away from my ear. I probably could have heard him from Chicago without it. “Ouch, Dad, that was loud. And we already established that yes, Liam is a little older than ...