Alyona

Ashton had been acting different all day. Not distant. Not cold, just… different.

Gentler. More thoughtful. A little quieter.

So when he invited me to his house after class, I didn’t think much of it. He said he wanted me to meet someone, his father.

I hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed. After all, my family had already met Ashton, and despite all my fears, they liked him. A little too much if you asked me. It was only fair that I meet the man who raised him.

The house ...