Ava's POV
Tuesday morning, I was halfway through my coffee when my phone rang.
An unfamiliar number.
I considered letting it go to voicemail, but it could've been someone from the clinic.
“Hello?”
“Ava. It's Sarah.”
Well, s**t.
I looked at Blaze, who was sitting across from me eating breakfast.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Sarah?”
“Yes. Your grandmother.”
I nearly choked on my coffee.
“Morning, Sarah. What can I do for you?”
Blaze stopped chewing.
Oh, this was going to be interesting.
“Your father tells me you won't be attending our anniversary celebration.”
“That's correct.”
“I'm calling to clear up this ridiculous misunderstanding.”
I leaned back.
“What misunderstanding?”
“The nonsense about what I said when you were a child.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course.
“Sarah, I'm not
