You And Ava?

I emerge from the shower, towel-drying my hair, still trying to wrap my head around what Tobias had told me last night regarding his mother and my bakery.

I plonk myself on the end of the mattress and inhale deeply as my head is still slightly spinning, matching my churning stomach after too much to drink yesterday on an empty stomach.

It all still feels so… surreal.

Like I’m stuck in a bad dream that refuses to release me.

Dipping my head, I look at the wet towel in my grasp and try to come up with some sort of explanation as to why Janice would stoop this low.

I mean, yeah… I slapped her across the face and didn't have anything nice to say to her when I was last in her presence.

But she deserved the slap, and I don’t take back anything that I said to her. Janices’ actions and her vein outlook on life have left nothing but a path of devastation in its wake.

Multiple lives have been affected - many are left ruined.

Lies… Secrets… more lies...

I hate feeling so useless when I have