Ava couldn't move.
The phone was still in her hand.
But her mind was somewhere else.
Because the voice she heard...
The voice she trusted...
The voice she never imagined could hurt her...
Was the one behind everything.
Damien watched her carefully.
"Ava."
She didn't answer.
"Ava, who was it?"
Slowly, she looked up.
And he saw it.
The pain.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Pain.
"It was..."
Her voice broke.
"My aunt."
The room went silent.
Everyone knew Ava Bennett's aunt.
The woman who raised her after her parents were gone.
The woman who held her when she cried.
The woman who help