AVERY’s POV.
I keep pacing up and down the room, worry written all over my face. Zayn is not home yet and he isn’t answering his calls. Goodness knows where he has gone, he left in a hurry and wouldn’t tell me anything.
I tousle my already disheveled hair, I hate when I am not in control of things. I hate when I can’t get things done when all I want to do is get it done.
My attention shifts to the door that has just pushed open, Karen’s head pops in.
“My dear sister” a huge grin settles on her face, “you do know how to pace so loudly, I can hear from downstairs”
The way I want to grab her neck and make sure she doesn’t get another second of oxygen overwhelms me but Instead, o clamp my teeth together.
“You know it’s so weird that we are in this same house together, don’t you think?” S
