#Chapter 102: A Good Man

Ava I tried to hide the mess quickly and haphazardly, but it didn’t matter; it was already too late. Chris had already seen the stained sheets and the look of panic on my face. For several moments, a tense silence hung between us as I stood there, clutching my ball of bloodied sheets with my nightgown stained red, and Chris stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes flickered first to my sheets, then to my thighs, and then to the unmade bed. Suddenly, I felt a rush of embarrassment wash over me—memories of what Ethan would have done in a similar situation flooding back and practically drowning me. Ethan. He had always treated my period like it was some sort of unspeakable taboo, something to be ashamed of and hidden away. I remembered the way he would wrinkle his nose in disgust whenever I mentioned it, or how he would refuse to help me change the sheets, leaving me to deal with the mess on my own. Goddess forbid I ever asked him to go to the store to g