SUSAN
The ground floor smells like bacon and eggs. I know it was Christian, making efforts to lighten me up with my traditional breakfast. But after what he had told me last night, I wasn't in the mood for anything.
I had spent the night trying to navigate through the knots that portrayed my daughter these days.
My body knew something was wrong. It was beginning to haunt me every time I looked at Ava and saw a different girl nervously trying to hide behind something.
Ava has changed in the past year, indeed, but if I've learned anything from my online therapy, it's that Ava's attitude is all about the nature of adolescence. I understood that. However, her very recent behaviour was something else. And if I am being honest, I am familiar with it. I try not to think too much because t
