Chapter Twenty Five: My View

Ava's POV

Hold on, was Logan thinking at all? He should automatically know that I didn't tell the police anything. At least I wouldn't be here if I did. What was he driving at?

"Logan, what are you driving at?"

"What?"

"You asked if I told the police? What for?"

"Ohhh that, I was just practicing positive listening."

That was a lie, and I knew it. I didn't know Logan well, but I could tell he was cooking something in his head at that moment.

"Logan, would you please excuse me? I need to put on some proper clothes. I'll meet you downstairs."

He acknowledged he heard me with a nod of his head, and so he left and shut the door behind him. I stared at the door for a bit before standing up to get to my closet.

I had to pass the full-length mirror before I could get to the closet. I had no intention of stopping, but my reflection looked horrific, so I stopped to look, and yes, I scared even myself. I didn't know how he managed to look at me while I was telling my story. I quickly looked for