Ava’s voice broke the silence in the room.

“Why are you doing all this?”

Damien looked confused. He leaned in slightly, his brows pulling together.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “What are you talking about? Ava, make it clear to me.”

She sat up in the bed, her face tight. “Why did you approach me in the first place, Damien?”

He took a step back, clearly thrown off. “What’s going on? What are you trying to say?”

Ava didn’t answer right away. She got off the bed and walked to the drawer where she had hidden the journal. She pulled it out and turned, her hand shaking slightly as...