again.
I gripped the table and swallowed a cry. Several guests looked away, ashamed but comfortable in their cowardice.
My sister leaned close enough that only I could hear.
“You always survive, Ava. That’s your problem. People feel sorry for you, then you somehow get more than me.”
I stared at her.
In that moment, I understood.
This had never been about a car.
It was punishment.
Ethan’s voice came through again. “Ava, is Chloe holding the keys now?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Good?
Blake snorted. “Your husband sounds delusional.”
My mother
