Ashly sat on the roof of her penthouse with a guitar and her songbook. She still needed to come up with a song to perform on Monday morning, and it's now Saturday afternoon. She spent most of the night crying on Man's shoulder, but she didn't want to lay all her problems on him. She needed to be strong, like her father asked her to be. She also needed to be strong for the pup inside her. Being weak is the last thing she wants, and she knows very well that it doesn't matter how much she ...