Ava's Pov
The house was quiet.
Not the comfortable kind of quiet either. The kind that makes every little sound feel louder than it should be.
I sat on the edge of the bed staring at my phone. The screen had already gone dark but I didn't move to turn it back on. I already knew what was there.
The blogs.
The comments.
The headlines.
I didn't need to read them again.
Unfortunately, my brain had already memorized most of it.
Gold digger.
Attention seeker.
Poor girl chasing money.
I slowly leaned back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"How do people come up with this stuff?" I muttered quietly.
Leon said it didn't matter.
He said people always talked.
But it mattered to me.
Maybe it shouldn't have, but it did.
Because none of those people knew me. Not even a little bit. Yet they sounded so confident when they spoke about my life like they had been watching it for years.
I grabbed the pillow next to me and pressed it over my face.
