For the past half-day, Ashley had been in a sorry state. She could not go anywhere and had all the drapes drawn. She sat staring at nothing. She just kept on chewing her nails, an old habit that had resurfaced and she engaged in when she was nervous. Her beautifully manicured fingers were no more, and she looked to be in a sorry state, a former shell of her glorious past!
Before she had gone to Trimshaw Island, she had been full of hopes and aspirations of being the one and only Mrs Trimshaw. In her mind then, Jorge Trimshaw had been her man, her boyfriend and the man who had been about to make her dreams come true. But because of her overly joyous state, she had missed out on a lot of hints… not really hints but glaring details that would have saved her from her current predicament. Barely a full twenty-four hours had passed since she left the island, but it felt like years had passed her by.
