ASHLEY'S P.O.V

The tension in the car was so thick, I could feel it in the air

I was seething, boiling inside me, memories from the last time we saw each other flooded my head, tears threatened to spill out of my eyes, but not tears of pain or sorrow, rather, tears of anger and bitterness.

‘You have no other purpose,’ she screamed at me years ago.

‘Because of me, you're worth something.’

I could still hear Genevieve's voice in my head. I fisted my hands by my side, willing myself ...