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Chapter 4 - Chapter Four: The Knock at the Door

‎"A knock at the door… and my life changed forever."

‎— Ava Morales

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‎Ava's Point of View

‎"Can you shut her up already?" I heard my father roar as I approached the door. Avie must have been crying.

‎"Ava, I want Ava!" Avie's small, hiccupping voice broke through the air.

‎"Ava will be home soon, I promise. Please stop crying, Avie," Anastasia soothed, though she sounded just as panicked.

‎My heart clenched. I hadn't meant to make them worry.

‎When I finally opened my eyes at the hospital and realized it was already past 8 p.m., I panicked. I rushed out without waiting for discharge or even finding my clothes. Still wearing the patient gown, I bolted straight home. My sisters must have been calling all day.

‎I didn't know if I should be angry at the men who had hit me and taken me to the hospital. It wasn't exactly a hit-and-run, but still… The memory of their hushed conversation in the hospital room lingered in my mind. Who were they? And what were they planning? I was curious, but not tonight.

‎Tonight, my sisters came first.

‎"Guys! Avie, Ana. I'm so sorry for making you worry," I said as I rushed inside.

‎Avie ran straight into my arms. I dropped to my knees and hugged her tightly as her sobs grew louder. Anastasia stood a little apart, trying to hold herself together, but I could see the tears trembling in her eyes.

‎I beckoned her closer with a soft smile. She gave in, running into the hug, and her composure finally broke.

‎"I was so scared, Ava," she whispered between sobs. "I thought something bad had happened to you. We kept calling, but your phone was switched off. I couldn't stop thinking something terrible happened."

‎I kissed the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, Ana. I didn't mean to make you worry."

‎She pulled back just enough to look at me. "Then why are you in a hospital gown? What happened?"

‎"I had a minor accident," I admitted, "but I promise I'm fine."

‎"And your phone? Why was it switched off?"

‎"I got mugged earlier. They took it."

‎Before Anastasia could say more, my father's voice cut through the room. "Y'all are so loud. It's annoying."

‎He lay half-sprawled on the couch, drink in hand. Once upon a time, he was a loving, caring father. But that man was gone. The sight of him only fanned the anger already simmering in me.

‎I turned back to Avie, who had finally calmed down. "Have you had dinner yet?"

‎They both nodded.

‎"It was very difficult getting Avie to eat," Ana confessed, rolling her eyes. "She said she wouldn't until she saw you. I had to tell her you'd be angry if she didn't eat anything."

‎Avie giggled softly, and I couldn't help smiling too. She had grown so attached to me since I'd stepped into the mother role after our mom fell sick.

‎"It's late," I said gently. "Both of you should head to bed now."

‎Once they were tucked in, I finally retreated to my own room, exhaustion pressing down on me. Tomorrow would bring another storm. I needed rest if I was going to face it.

‎The next morning, a knock echoed at the door.

‎"Hi, good morning. Do I have the right address for Miss Ava Carter?" a male voice called politely.

‎I froze. Visitors were rare.

‎Anastasia opened the door, and I wiped flour from my hands as I left the kitchen, half-baked cookie still in my mouth.

‎At the doorway stood a tall, sharply dressed man in a neat suit. Too neat for our neighborhood.

‎"Miss Ava," he greeted when he saw me.

‎I frowned. "Yes, that's me, but it seems you already know that. Who might you be?"

‎He shifted uncomfortably, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "I don't know if you'd want your sister to hear this."

‎Ana folded her arms across her chest, standing firm. "I think I can handle anything you want to tell Ava," she said smugly.

‎I couldn't help but smile at her bravado, even though I was nervous. Bad news had been our constant lately. The last thing I wanted was for Ana to carry more weight on her shoulders. But seeing her stand there with such confidence… I let her stay.

‎"I think we'll be just fine hearing what you have to say," I told him, turning back.

‎He cleared his throat. "Well, alright then. First of all, I'm the stranger who rammed into you yesterday. And while that was a complete accident, we have a contract for you. One that should be of benefit to you, too."

‎His tone was dead serious.

‎My heart stopped.

‎What was this man talking about?

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