Ava
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Alexander? Jaxon/James? The same company that my Leonel built from scratch?
Oh no.
You'd think that'd be the main thing that stuck out to me; watching Leoenl’s wide-eyed stare read the document a thousand times, feeling Jaxon press me further into him, but no, something else in that statement caught my attention.
“The IronRoot Institute?” I utter, turning to face Jaxon with confusion creased in my eyes.
“But that belonged to…” I pause, unsure. I was really young the first time I heard about that NGO, and one thing that time does is fade memories.
But I'm sure about this… I think.
Didn't that belong to Dad?
Maybe if I allowed myself think about my dad more after he left me and mum I would more clearly know, but part of moving on from him for me was trying to forget every memory of him.
Looks like I somewhat succeeded in my goal.
I shake it off, remembering there are greater things at stake. Like Leonel’s business, like Oliver’s life.
Like my safety.
“What th
