“I’m—” She clears her throat. “Sorry I’m so late. It was—I’ve had a day—” “Who?” I bite out the word. My pulse jumps, palms tingling. I feel my brothers watching us. Ava blinks, her throat working as she swallows. “What do—” “Who did this to you?” I gesture to her face. She looks up at me. “What do you mean?” Despite the way my heart is going apeshit, I keep my voice calm. “Who made you cry? Who hurt you? Please tell me, Ava.”
