#Chapter 72: What Do You Mean?

Ava’s POV Sarah turned to follow Andrew right after she dropped that bomb on me. My heart was pounding dangerously loud against my ribcage. It beat so hard I thought it might break out through my sternum and deposit itself on the floor between Ethan and I. I was standing there, frozen as I watched Sarah and Andrew’s retreating bodies head towards a big black luxurious SUV idling in the road in front of the house. It took me a while to snap out of my initial shock, but when I did, I rushed out of the house and down the steps after them. My bunny slippers shuffled against the pavement, but I caught up to Sarah just before she got into the car with Andrew. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, catching her wrist in my hand to keep her from going anywhere. She turned to look at me, tried to rip herself from my grip but couldn’t, and glowered at me once again. “Let go of me,” She seethed, but I refused. I tightened my grip and held her eye. I wouldn’t be backing d