Ava’s POV
I couldn’t concentrate at work with the messages still popping into my phone, I decide to call it a day and head back home, after all Andrew didn’t want me going to work.
The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky as I drove home, its warm light filtering through the car’s windows. But I barely noticed. My mind had been a whirlpool all day, pulled under by the weight of the text messages I’d received that morning. The words had played on a loop, making it impossible to focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time.
"I still love you, Ava. I’ve never stopped."
Whoever had sent them wasn’t just some random person. The messages had felt intimate, more personal. Too familiar. Derek? It had to be him. But if it was him, he would have brought up Annabel, wouldn’t he? But Wh
