Chapter 8. Mason Anderson

Ava’s POV

The soft rumble of cars zipping by my window should have been comforting, evidence that there was a world beyond the one in which I’d become stuck, that there were other people out there who had somewhere to go and something to do. To me, it was only another reminder of how far I’d dropped. How low I’d sunk.

Five months. Five awful sleepless months when I’d lost everything.

Seattle was to be my new life for my baby and me. But the world had not been so kind.

I lay my hand on my belly, fear and love wrestling in my chest. “We’ll be okay,” I tell myself more than the baby in my womb.

The clothing business that

I had worked my fingers to the bone, heart, and soul was not performing well at all.

No orders, mounting losses, and the money that I had thought would last me for a while was being consumed at a very rapid pace.

There was a loud banging on the door which made me jump in fear. I walked to the door and opened it a b