Summary "I'm sorry for your lost Ava." He commented behind me. The anger boiled inside me as I spun around. "For the last time, John." I seethed. "He. Is. Not. Dead." John raised his dark eyebrows, then narrowed his brown eyes and responded calmly. "I know this is hard for you, but it has been almost a year, Avaline, since he has been missi-" "He isn't missing."