ASHLEY'S P.O.V

The next day, after I had bathed and dressed in one of my loose-fitting dresses that Kellan surprisingly still kept, we drove to the Briarwood.

The silence in his car was heavy with words we had not dared to speak to each other. 

When I had worked up enough courage this morning to come out of the room, my jaw nearly met the floor.

Kellan had hung up my pictures.... everywhere.

The living room, each hallway, felt like a shrine raised up in my honor. I didn't ...