Avery looks into her eyes and then looks down, shaking his head. Of course, she'd tell him not to go to his father. The two of them hadn't gotten on well at all when they'd met. Arthur Crittenden was old money, and well, an elitist ass. Mother wasn't much more tolerant.
In fact, the only member of his family that spoke to him anymore was his younger sister. Everyone else had disowned him, and Zoey by extension.
"I just...I should be giving you more than this, instead of dreaming that I'll be able to do it someday." he says. He reaches out and hugs her.
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