ASHLEY'S P.O.V

The Harringtons' garden used to be a place of comfort; now it was a place for planning, strategizing, and preparing to bring two narcissistic, egotistic people down.

As a teenager, I'd sneak out of my room at night to bathe in the moonlight, listen to the soothing sound of the wind and crickets. I loved it when the soil shifted beneath my feet, when the moon was milky and the flowers blooming.

The garden used to be my place of escape, maybe that's why I've been having ...