Ava’s pov
The tension from Liam’s visit lingered long after he left. Andrew’s grip around me was firm, grounding me in a way that no words could. But my thoughts swirled, caught between fear and fury. Annabel had been a thorn in my side for so long, and now she was actively plotting against me. It was a nightmare come to life, but I couldn’t let her break me.
I sat up from Andrew’s lap, needing space to think. His eyes followed me as I paced the room, my mind racing with a thousand what-ifs. What if Annabel’s plan worked? What if she found another way to get to me? Or worse, what if she went after Andrew?
“Talk to me, Ava,” Andrew said softly. “You’re shutting down.”
I stopped pacing, running a hand through my hair. “I just… I don’t know what to do. I feel like no matter how much I try
