Ava thought she had the world figured out until it was turned upside down. She must decide if she wants to be free or re-building the life she had.
Series Order: Baby Steps, Colossal Jump, Moving Forward, Little Leaps and Passing Motions.
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When the sun rises, everyone is quick to scatter like mice running from cats. Blake returns to take care of London, Tori goes home to continue sleeping off her hangover, while Kyle stays to clean the house before my parent's return.
It isn't messy, but his help to wash and re-dress the beds is greatly appreciated. As they say, many hands makes light work, and with two beds to redo, I'm going to need the help. The fitted sheets are the worst to put on! They spring off and it involves a lot more work for a double bed.
"We should be singing work from home," Kyle calls out. "Because we're working and it's your home."
"Do you know what's missing?" I shout back.
"Sexy men?" He chuckles.
"No, the working part," I tease.
Kyle mumbles something and then the sound of a pillow being thrown into the hallway. I poke my head out the bedroom to see one of the European display pillows laying on the ground. Kyle has another one poised in his hands to throw, so I close the door and continue working.
I strip the sheeting from the pillows and blanket before wrestling with the fitted sheet. It easily tugs off until it gets caught under the head board. I tug a little more and then crash into my side table when the sheet springs free.
The picture frame falls directly onto the floor without a wobble for me to intervene. I hear the cracking of glass which leaves me cringing.
"Good thing it's already broken." I sigh.
Grabbing the already broken frame from the ground, I open the top drawer and slip it inside. As I do this, I notice the journal has been moved from its original position. I grab the journal and flick through the drawings.
There's a few nature scenes but a majority are of the same girl. In some sketches, it's rough and it's hard to make out a comparison while in others, you can clearly see it could be Tori. Maybe I am right and they do mean something to her?
"Kyle," I shout. "Come here quickly!"
There's heavy footfall down the hallway until Kyle shoves the door open and rushes to my side.
"What's wrong? You sound like you're about to be murdered," he comments.
"Do you think Tori and Logan ever had a thing? There's this-"
Kyle nabs the journal from my hands and roughly closes it. The book makes a 'thwack' noise which eerily echoes through the room. His face hardens as he straightens his poise.
"You are not Sherlock Holmes, Ava, leave it be!"
"But-"
"Whatever Logan did in the past is the past. Don't bust your friendship or relationship when it's working so well." Kyle puts the journal on the side table as a way to finish the conversation, but the curiosity keeps me alive.
