CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The sedan rocked as Ashley’s tire hit a rut on the gravel lane leading into the trailer park that was once her home. Her stomach tightened as she remembered the night that she’d packed her things and fled, thinking she would never return. Not much had changed since then. Although the occupants were likely different, the trailers seemed the same. Weatherworn and tired, yards littered with children’s toys and rusty outdoor furniture.
Dodging potholes, she rounded the curve and drove past the rental office toward the rear of the park. To the trailer at the dead end.
The home she’d shared with Ethan.
As she pulled along the side of the lane to park, she noticed that their old place hadn’t fared as well as the other trailers. The roof sagged and the wooden front stoop
