Ava’s POV
The screen door slapped shut behind me as I hauled my duffel bag up the creaky stairs to the loft, the salty ocean air still clinging to my skin from the drive down.
Mom and Dad were already...
Ava’s POV
The screen door slapped shut behind me as I hauled my duffel bag up the creaky stairs to the loft, the salty ocean air still clinging to my skin from the drive down.
Mom and Dad were already...