I Left Before Sunrise and Let the Truth Wake Them Up

pounding hard enough to shake the walls.

“Ava!”

Brandon’s voice.

Panicked.

I opened the door.

He stood there barefoot, still wearing yesterday’s T-shirt, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles had turned white.

His face had lost every trace of confidence.

“Please…” he whispered.

“Tell me you didn’t send it.”

Dad appeared behind him wearing his robe, irritated continue reading …