Chapter 155: The Traitor

Ava's POV

I bolted upright, my heart pounding against my chest as though it was trying to rip itself out of my body. I was anxious.

No. More than that I felt unsettled and for no reason too.

I just had this bad feeling in my gut that I couldn't quite shake. Something felt very wrong but I didn't know what it was.

I sat up in bed, staring into the darkness with the only source of light being the moonlight spilling in through the window.

The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating, as if laden with an ominous foreboding that I couldn't quite place, and the uneasiness tightened in the pit of my stomach. I suddenly felt stuffy and needed some air.

I slipped out of bed and glanced over my baby’s crib to see if I had woken her. I hadn't. Mary Grace was still sound asleep.

I sighed with relief and made my way to the door. I stumbled towards the door, but my heart jumped again as I heard the sudden sounds of hurried footsteps.

My stomach tightened and I pushed the door open gently, peeking