AVA'S POINT OF VIEW
The morning felt like a heavy fog had settled over me.
No matter how much I tried to steady my breath or distract myself with the mundane tasks of getting ready, my mind kept circling back to the conversation I was about to have. With him.
Lawrence Kingsley.
I hadn't set foot in that part of town in years, not since the secrets had unraveled, not since everything about my life had changed.
But the conservatory was neutral ground his territory, but still open and public enough for me to feel like I had some semblance of control.
Ethan was unusually quiet as we made our way there, his hand resting gently on my thigh as if to remind me that I wasn't in this alone.
He'd been my anchor throughout all of this, the one person who'd never wavered, never faltered, even when the ground beneath me felt like it was crumbling away.
As we approached the conservatory, I could already see Lawrence's figure standing by the fountain in the center.
