Ava's POV

I sat in my office chair, staring out at the city skyline as the morning sun glared through the glass panes. My mind, however, wasn’t on work. It drifted back to the confrontation earlier that morning, and I still couldn’t decide if I was more angry or disgusted.

My father. I hadn’t heard from him in months—not since the hospital scene—but seeing him today was like reopening an old wound I’d tried so hard to close.

I had been on my way into the office building when I spotted him standing by the building’s entrance with her—his new wife. He looked smug, as though he had the upper...