The phone call from Emery was supposed to be a sign of hope, but I felt like I had fallen so far down an abyss of self-doubt to the extent that I was unable to muster any energy for the rest of the day.

I did not expect Ashton to show himself, but at eight in the evening, he and a bodyguard walked in with dinner. I sat sluggishly on the couch and stared whilst they made preparations.

There was no expression on Ashton’s face. He walked over to me and helped me to the dining table. Like every expecting father, he held his wife and took small and measured steps.

We sat across from each other at the table. Ashton looked as if he was busier than before; he spent the entire meal replying to messages. I tried to engage him in conversation but did not manage to find an opening to.

After a half hour, the messages finally stopped coming in.

I set aside my cutlery and was about to speak when brash and insolent footsteps came from the door.

different from the last

someone who doesn’t know you, they’d think that what you’ve constructed here is some sort of a private prison. I already feel like I’m in jail just by being here thirty

not the only one unafraid of death. He was another one brazen enough to flirt with Ashton’s wife in front of him. It was difficult to find another

he spoke to me but noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ashton seemed to

pretense of sorrow. “To be honest, I can sense how much you are

embarrassed. “Can we help you, Mr. Taylor?” I asked

out those who stood against

his infuriating behavior. “How dreadfully boring. If this

with his tricks. I glanced at Ashton

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