Chapter 55– Delivering The Outfit
AVA ~~
My breath caught in my throat as I stood frozen, staring at the door like it might grow teeth and bite me.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself down, but all it did was make my fear louder in my chest. I placed a hand over my heart and breathed in—deep, slow—like I'd seen people do when they were trying to stop themselves from freaking out.
"It's okay. You're strong. You'll be fine. You're not going to die."
Silly words, but I needed them.
I stood still, breathing in and out, but the knock came again.
And again.
And again.
Why won't whoever it is just speak?
Why couldn't they just say something like "It's me" or "Open up"?
I rubbed my face and whispered, "Get it together, Ava. You're not a child."
I gave myself a little pep talk under my breath—telling myself how strong I was, how I've faced worse, how I've survived things others wouldn't even last a day in. It sounded stupid, even to me.
