Are You Serious?

Ava's POV

Linda's act of immaturity didn't bother me. At least, I had eaten to my fill, thanks to Vivian, and the food was not hot.

The only thing that bothered me was having a quiet time to myself. When she threw the food at me, she must have been expecting some sort of reaction. She got angrier when all I did was stare at the floor.

For a few days, I told myself.

For now, the problem of eating had been solved. All I needed was an exit. As the denhouse quieted down, I settled in a corner. It was just me and the cold hard floor. But it was better than the dungeon. Here, the room was warmer and I didn't feel alone.

I lay on the floor, the distant ticking of the clock, my only companion. My hand roamed to my bump and I messaged it. My baby rolled over.

Vivian had said it was a boy. It wasn't my first time hearing that. Back then, I had hoped he would be everything like Asher. But right now, I hoped he would look everything like my father. I hoped I would see him and remember the f