SOFIA’S POV
Archer put our bags in the trunk of the car and I hopped into the backseat with Ava, “You sitting with me?” She asks, her face holding an expression of confusion and surprise. I c**k my head at her “I always sit with you, is it a problem?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows at her. “Not at all” she says, patting the black leather seat right next to her. “Come sit closer” she shrugs and I smile at her. “Are we okay?” I ask her as I close the door while waiting for the boys to get in. “Yes why?” “You seem, off.” I tell her. “I don’t know” she shrugs, but I keep my gaze on her. “Fine, I just haven’t felt like myself for a few days.” She shrugs again. “Why?” She looks at me helplessly. “I do not have a clue.” She says and I hold out my hand, she smiles at me and takes my hand. I know it
