Head-to-Head

If Ava had been a bit stronger, Nathan's arm might have been broken. But for now, he had a chance to explain himself as long as they could meet.

The next morning, Ava opened her bedroom door with dark circles under her eyes and found Nathan in the kitchen, wearing an apron and cooking.

"Ava, come have breakfast. I made your favorite sandwiches," Nathan said cheerfully.

Ava walked past him without a word, grabbed some toast and milk from the fridge, and ate in silence. Nathan felt a pang of disappointment, though he had anticipated her reaction. It still hurt.

Nathan didn't push further. He put down the kitchen utensils and sat at a respectful distance.