The Butterfly Effect of Ava

udio, a sanctuary I' d built for m

s humming with color, r

dread seizing me as Leo' s na

always, his voice a fa

eat: "I'm outside your building. Come down here right now, or I'm coming up.

sneered, calling me "little miss perfect artist," shoving me. I

erything happened at once: the screech of

me, pain exploding through ev

a tiny, unfamiliar body, in my old childhood be

en years

to change everything. A chance to stop Leo from be