“Can you believe him?” Ava asked the next afternoon, her voice rising with her anger as she paced in front of Molly’s bed, her cramps mostly under control after taking probably too many painkillers throughout the day. “I mean, after all this time, how dare he?”
Her purple-haired friend bit her lip, and instead of jumping in with her own frustrated response as Ava had expected, she mulled over the words for a long time before asking, “Do you still have feelings for him?”
“What?” Ava squeaked. “No. Absolutely not. This is the man who mocked my photography and called me a bitch.” The reminder was more for herself than Molly, though. Much as Ava hated to admit it, after Marcus had made her tea and taken care of her, it felt like something between them had shifted.
“I know he hurt you, Av
