Sighing, I once again guide Ava to the parking lot. “Hey, what the hell? I wanted to say goodbye to everyone!” she pouts, holding her big bag close to her body. “Everyone thinks you’re fucking missing because you couldn't follow one fucking instruction.” “Oops,” she says through a cringe of a smile. “My bad.” It’s clear she doesn’t think this is a big deal, that she often gets out of trouble with a cute smile and a faux apology.
