GLASS CEILINGS AND OPEN WOUNDS

(Ava’s POV)

Some truths don’t hit you like a slap.

They seep in like poison.

Slow.

Burning.

And by the time you realize you’ve swallowed something fatal, it’s already rewriting your bones.

That’s how it felt when I opened the encrypted file.

It was a reckless decision.

A mistake.

But curiosi...