#Chapter 232: Catching Up

Ava As soon as I got home, I immediately checked my phone in the hoped that I would find a message or a call from Chris. We had been playing phone tag all day, our schedules seemingly in perfect misalignment. To my relief, there was one text from him, sent hours ago: “Been busy all day. Probably best to just talk when I get home tomorrow. Miss you, beautiful.” And then something vulgar beneath that made my cheeks flush. I sighed, glancing at the clock. Midnight. He was probably asleep by now. At least he and Ophelia would be home first thing in the morning, and then we could talk then. Despite the late hour and the fact that I hadn’t slept at all last night, sleep eluded me once again, my mind too full of the day’s events. I poured myself a glass of wine and curled up on the couch, staring into the fire. I tried not to think about Leonard, about how frail he had looked today, but my thoughts kept circling back to him no matter how hard I tried. Sudde