#Chapter 166: In Need of a Vacation

Ava The methodical back and forth of the brush against the floor was strangely meditative for me. With each small stain and scuff that came away clean, it felt like another little part of my mind came away clean as well. When I wiped away the stubborn smudge of tomato sauce under the kitchen table, I also wiped away my anxiety over the upcoming tour of the packs. When I scrubbed the black smudge off of the floor in the doorway, I also scrubbed my memories of the night we found Dedrick with the moonstone. I was still on my hands and knees, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn splotch of caked-on mud by the counter island from a particularly rainy day, when the sound of the front door banging open broke me out of my reverie. Startled, I looked up to see Chris storming in, his face blackened rather than his usual jovial expression. Something was up with him; anyone with eyes could see that. “Chris? What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting back on my heels and brushin