Ava’s Pov
The whole day was just pure torture.
Diane refused to acknowledge me after that. She didn’t scream instead, she used her presence like a wall.
Every time I tried to reach for Leon, Diane was there first. Every time I tried to speak to him, she interrupted with a story about London or a question about his homework.
She was essentially keeping him away from me.
It was morning again and I was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea. My ribs were aching today, and my arm felt heavy in its cast, but the pain in my heart was much worse. I could hear them in the living room. I heard Leon’s high-pitched giggles and Diane’s soft, elegant voice.
"Nana, can Ava come play with us?" I heard Leon ask.
"Oh, darling, Ava needs her rest," Diane replied. Her voice sounded sweet,
