Harry began to wonder if heâd hear from Ave any time soon. He knew itâd be impossible to just never talk again, but it hurt to know that it was up in the air. He missed her, if for nothing else, he missed his best friend. His heart immediately began to pound when he finally got a text from her, and the content was enough to make him call her. âWhatâs wrong?â He mumbled without even saying hello. He needed to know right away if she was okay.
Avery knew her body well and she knew now that something wasn't right. She had never been so much as even a day late for her period and now here she was a whole week late. She was scared to take a test until Harry was back home. "Hello to you too, Mr. Manners." She replied as soon as she answered her phone. "I'm late. And not just a day or two either. I'm a week late."









