Ashley's POV
Was I truly a failure? Would I ever be happy? Would I ever get what I want? Would I be able to love and be loved? Would I be trusted?
Looking at me lash out at Dante, you'd think I was extremely strong. That was all an act; I was damn scared, and at the same time, I wanted to run into his arms and tell him that I had forgiven him.
I had to hold every single being in me from exposing Celine and Sophia, but my question remained, "Does it matter?"
As I headed back to the motel, I chose to walk. I couldn't stop the tears that rolled down my eyes.
Yes, I knew Dante was sorry, but I didn't know if I could forgive him. Then Cole, was in a luxurious Royal prison because he helped me.
Maybe bad luck followed all those who tended to care for me.
"Hey, Ashley, are you okay?" A car stopped in front of me.
I had to stop and look at who was calling as the person already knew my name.
