39_The confrontation

Mike

I knew she was lying to me.

The moment I saw the way Ava avoided my calls, the way she stammered through our last call conversation, I knew she hadn’t stopped.

I sat in my car across from that dingy little café on the east side, the one that looked like it hadn’t seen a decent customer in a decade. My fingers drummed the steering wheel, heart pounding too loud in my ears.

I should’ve walked away. I should’ve let this be Ava’s mess.

But I couldn’t, not ...