When I was around twelve years old, I found a little girl inside my family library, reading a book peacefully. I didn't know who she was or what she was doing there. The only thing I knew was she was interesting to me.
That girl was like a harmless innocent hamster among the beasts in this house. On the day I found her, even though I wasn't confident enough to approach her, I could find peace from her presence. Only being with her in the library, even though I was hiding to avoid her, I could rest my mind from the hectic life as an Ashford.
I knew that my family wasn't a good one. From history class I learned how Ashford gained their power and glory. I also learned from my father how he managed our family. I learned how the Ashford family sacrificed people to get what we wanted.
