he'd shared with Ethan loo

et out for collection, were her clothe

rant, hand-stitched quilt

zzed. A text

it's going in the

ars ago, had spent months making it for Ava as a

She pushed the pile,

hings were there, haphazardly t

cold and sharp, cu

. She slammed th

him, her head on his lap. He was tenderly car

autiful, just like you,

a's entrance. "Oh, Ethan, what about Ava

um. She'll come crawling back. Women from families like hers, they only care about

y a speech Ethan gave at a film festival Q&A. She'd had a fleeting interest in doc

g towards a young, doe-eyed Chloe who was lingerin

then. The mentorship had been a sham, a way for him to ke

hit her like a

Ava demanded, her voice shaking des

n one of utter boredom. "What quilt? Don't