Ava almost expected for John to argue with her or to try something to make her change her mind. When he nodded and turned to the door, Ava tightened her hand on her hip and breathed a silent breath. She watched him - keeping herself from telling him to stay or to say something else. Ava was tired and truly, she just needed to think.

"Good night, John," she said, walking to the door behind him. It wasn't goodbye, it wasn't anything like that. Just a simple 'goodnight'.