Chapter 11 — What She’s Like

The lack of defensiveness unsettled me. He looked toward the door. “What is she like?”

“Ava?”

A fragile smile touched his mouth. “You named her Ava.”

“It was one of the names we discussed.”

“I remember.”

I should have ended the conversation. Instead I found myself answering. “She’s curious. She reads during breakfast and asks questions during movies. She hates peas but pretends to eat them by hiding them under mashed potatoes.