Monday — 11:08 a.m.
Ava's POV
I was officially adding flowers to the list of things I never wanted delivered again.
Right underneath mysterious packages, threatening strangers, and anything associated with my ex-fiancé.
“From now on,” I announced as Blaze and I entered Church.
“If somebody wants to send me something nice, they can send coffee.”
“Coffee can be tampered with,” Cyber commented.
I stopped.
“Cyber, don't you dare ruin coffee for me.”
Morgan chuckled.
Dad stood at the head of the table. Hawk sat beside him, with Dean and Grant farther down.
Gene was seated near the end, his cane resting against his chair.
I frowned.
“Gene, shouldn't you be resting?”
“I'm sitting, aren't I?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Answered my son's call to war, Ava. Didn't answer it to sit home
