AVA'S POV.
I sat in the living room, the weight of my thoughts pressing heavily on my chest. The faint scent of lavender from the diffuser did little to soothe my nerves.
My mother sat across from me, staring at me, I had to beg Arthur to let my mother see me, he was taking this house arrest a bit too far.
I had a lot on my mind, I had no choice than to call for my mother, we haven't spoken since our fight, She always had a way of seeing through me, peeling away every mask I tried to wear.
“I’m worried about Arthur,” I admitted softly, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater. “He’s changed… and no one will tell me what’s going on.”
Her brow furrowed slightly, and a flash of concern crossed her face. “Changed how?” she asked.
I paused, searching for the right words. I couldn't say he was distant, it was more like he was bolder and I kind of like it but I couldn't help but feel he was holding back something very important.
“I don't know mother,” I frowned, tilting my head to the
