Ashlyn's POV
“How did it go?” Jessica asked the moment I stepped out of the police station.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “After all this time, I finally learned that my father resents me because I chose my mother—when I didn’t even know what choosing meant.”
I walked ahead, the weight of the conversation still pressing on my chest. Jessica trailed behind me, her steps were quick to match mine.
“Should I call myself stupid, or is my father just dumb for holding a grudge over something like that?” I asked, shaking my head.
“I think that goes both ways,” she quipped.
I halted abruptly and turned to glare at her.
“Sorry! Sorry!” She grinned, holding up her hands in mock surrender.
Rolling my eyes, I resumed walking. Under my breath, I muttered, “I can’t believe that, after refusing
