Harley’s P.O.V.

A wave of silence hugged me the moment I stepped into my apartment, the kind of comfort I was yearning for a few hours.

Ava placed the fruit basket on the counter and bent to unclip her heels with a groan.

“I am not made from funerals.”

She said, eyeing Star, who immediately pounced towards her. My baby considered Ava her friend right after meeting her in the Ledger mansion. So she wagged her tail in pure joy when Ava stroked her head lovingly.

“This little girl is fit for every public gathering. She is so friendly.”

I offered her a tired smile and let my bag slip...