Ava breathed a sigh of relief when her mother finally departed. Tracy gave her a brief hug before following Grace out as she had driven the older woman to the diner. Before Tracy left she whispered she would call later to check up on her and that she was proud of her. Perhaps Ava should feel bad about how the conversation had gone but she felt light, as if a weight had been lifted.
“Ma’am.”
Ava glanced at her escort who had stood silently the entire time. His brow furrowed and he looked conflicted.
“About what you were talking about…something Mister Prescott doesn’t know and would cause him to rampage?”
“Oh. My sister pushed me down the stairs.”
“What!”
Ava grimaced. She supposed that should be the natural reaction but honestly she didn’t feel much of anything when she thought back
