Ava’s POV
Wyatt lasted another twelve minutes before being ignored apparently became unbearable.
I was working with Josie when he called from behind me.
“So that’s it?”
“Left hand higher,” I told Josie.
“Ava.”
I glanced over.
“What?”
Wyatt stood near the mats, arms folded. Cole was beside him.
Mason was still watching Ezra coach one of the boxers.
Harper and Brooke were talking with Mom.
Hailey had drifted toward Brielle and Timber, while Landon watched the sparring ring.
Most of them weren’t bothering me.
Wyatt was working on it.
“You’re seriously not going to talk to us?”
“I have been.”
“We’re family.”
I straightened.
“No. We’re related.”
“We grew up together.”
“Did we?”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Cole sighed.
“Wyatt, let it go.”
“You brought us here
