(Ava’s POV)
It had been over a week since the night Dominic collapsed, and I hadn’t seen him since. No one told me anything. Every time I asked, I was met with silence or vague responses.
Logan had given me nothing but a cold glare and a clipped, “It’s none of your concern.” Skylar had been more gentle, but she still refused to tell me anything. “It’s not my place,” she had said, her voice laced with an apology she wouldn’t speak outright.
It frustrated me.
Dominic had collapsed—collapsed. I had seen him groaning in pain, barely able to stand. Then, suddenly, he vanished from my sight as if nothing had happened. What was going on? Was he okay? Was he dying?
The only one who had kept me sane was Emily. On the days she was free, she kept me distracted, making me laugh with her dramatic
