Chapter 102 A Good Man

• Ava
• I tried to hide the mess quickly and haphazardly, but it didn’t matter; it was already too late. Chris had already seen the stained sheets and the look of panic on my face.
• For several moments, a tense silence hung between us as I stood there, clutching my ball of bloodied sheets with my nightgown stained red, and Chris stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes flickered first to my sheets, then to my thighs, and then to the unmade bed.