Avery’s P.O.V.
“Will you still stay with us or go back to your home?” Victoria asked me in a low tone. I could feel a hint of sadness in her tone. I leaned on my desk, popping my head into my palm. “What do you think?” I asked her with a sly smile on my lips.
She twitched her upper lip while glaring at me. I giggled, earning a slap on my shoulder, but it wasn’t painful. “I…. I agree that we are not best friends, but we worked together for more than two years…. We…. We spent more time with each other than we have spent with our families. What’s wrong if I am sad, huh?” she said in an aggrieved tone.
“Okay… okay… it’s my fault…. I am sorry.” I apologized playfully but sighed when I saw tears in her eyes. Victoria hadn’t have a good relationship with her parents and siblings. She liked to
