Ashton

Ashton sat on the edge of his bed, hands clenched, mind spiraling.

Alyona’s face haunted him, her voice, her eyes, the way she said his name. And that little girl in the photo she’d left behind with the receptionist, Hailey. The moment he saw her, his heart clenched in a way he couldn’t explain.

She looked just like him.

Vivienne stood by the window, arms crossed, watching him silently. She had been quiet ever since Alyona left.

Finally, she turned.

“She told the truth, ...