Sarah went to the movies with her friends, and I was a few minutes away from Ava’s house. It was already 6pm and if I knew Ava, she was already on her second bottle of wine. I pulled into her driveway. She was definitely at home. The lights were on. I knocked impatiently at the door. She opened the door, dressed in a short, tight nightgown. Her long, blonde hair was tied neatly and she smelled like lavender. She had just...