Emma’s POV
Her bright, expensive bag swinging from her arm like it was a trophy was the first thing I noticed. She was walking with this air of confidence like the world belonged to her even though it didn't.
A caretaker trailed beside her, pushing a stroller that looked like it cost more than my first car. Or my second.
Abigail nudged me with her elbow, her face scrunched up in confusion. "What are you staring at? Do you know her?" she whispered.
I didn’t look away, my eyes locked on Ava as she paused near the desk to adjust her bag. "That’s Ava," I said quietly, but even I could hear the bitterness in my voice. "She’s the reason Sebastian and I ended up like this. The one who'd been staying with us."
Abigail’s face darkened immediately, her lips pressing together in a thin line. "Her?" she hissed with more hatred than I expected.
She crossed her arms, glaring daggers in Ava’s direction. If looks could kill, Ava would be six feet underground right now. "Want me to go teach her a
