Once the camera cut off, I waited as patiently as possible for an assistant to take the microphone pack and unhook me from the wires they needed for sound. Once I was clear, I stood from my seat so fast, it fell backward, but it was too late. Ava was already gone. My instinct, the one I listened to without hesitation earlier, had my mind spinning and spinning. Maybe she was used to observing, to staying along the side and directing what happened in the spotlight—and maybe she was that without the influence of her family—but I still liked Ava, and I had enjoyed spending time with her. It was
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