Avery entered the woman's room and opened her closet and she was faced with a lot of clothes. All were arranged accordingly.
Jeans together, sweatshirts on one side, and so on.
She went to the sweatshirt and picked a grey one with a sassy write-up on it.
Breaking news I don't care.
Just like the woman to wear something like this, Avery thought in mild amusement, putting on the shirt.
The shirt poured over her knees. The hand swallowing all her hands. The sweatshirt looked too big for her, but Avery loved it because it smelled so nice, like the woman that owns it.
If her scent is all over the sweat this much, it must be her favorite, Avery thought sniffing the shirt.
She decided to go back and join the rest in the living room.
She was almost to the door when she heard Jada and the other woman talking.
She paused to listen.
