“My father is hosting a party for his partners at the end of January. He expects me to be there—” “I’ll go with you,” she interrupts me, as if it’s the simplest question in the world. No hesitation, no holding back. “Really?” I start the engine again. “Yeah. Your father is clearly a real piece of work, and I don’t want you near him alone.” Ava tilts her head. “Will Helen be there too?” “Yes.” “Well, can’t wait to meet the bitch.”
