Checking her phone

Ava's pov

What is Charlotte's bra doing in my dad's room? I hope it's not what I'm thinking. I tapped my index fingers together after letting the bra fall down. I picked it up again and tried to gather my thoughts, hoping to avoid going crazy. But the more I tried, the more I could hear my mom's voice accusing Charlotte of having an affair with my dad.

Could my mom's words be true? Has my dad been sleeping with Charlotte? I moved away from my initial position and walked closer to the window, looking at the bra.

"No, no," I said aloud without realizing it. "I don't want to believe what I'm thinking. No, no." I shook my head.

"This is a serious matter. It would be better for me to secretly investigate behind their backs before concluding."

I walked towards the bra, picked it up, and tried to think back to any scenarios where I saw my dad and Charlotte in a suspicious position. I couldn't recall any.

Does that mean they perfected their relationship without me noticing? Whenev