Heads up.
I wasn't sure whether to add this, but well, no harm in it.
I've been feeling a little sick for the past 6/7 days. I went to the hospital today for a check up.
And I've been writing under pressure ever since. So I'm really sorry for the perceived drop in quality.
It'll get better, I promise.
Thank you for still reading.
Home Sweet Home.
Or so it was before.
Because now, it was anything but that.
Lucian had gotten some man to drive both Ava and me home, and we had spent most of the whole drive in silence.
Ava didn't remember what had happened.
All she could recall was Scott smiling at her, speaking gently.
The rest of it—a blur. A blank canvas.
I didn't know they could do that.
Manipulate the mind, carve out memories like rotten fruit, and decide which scraps were worth leaving behind. The thought left bile in my throat.
