Chapter 45 His Will?

• Later in the night while Ava sat down in the living room, the clock ticked softly in the background as Ava sat cross-legged on the plush couch in the grand living room. A single lamp illuminated the space, casting long shadows on the walls. She poked at the remnants of her dinner—grilled chicken and salad, chewing absentmindedly while the faint hum of the television played in the background.
• The president still wasn’t back. Ava glanced at her phone, and then at the ornate clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and she hadn’t heard a single word from him. Even though it was a good thing at least she didn't know why she even bothered to think about it.
• “Probably still at some meeting,” she muttered under her breath, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork. Her mind was racing, but she forced herself to focus on the TV, hoping the distraction would help fast racing heart.