"Ashly arrived home yesterday night, angry." Faustino peered over the edge of the coffee cup at the young fellow.
Cristian shifted uncomfortably and swirled his coffee unnecessarily, his eyes downcast. "We had a misunderstanding," was all he said, and Faustino said nothing at all about Ashly's panic over Isaac breaking into Cristian's house while he was away—and then the letter. Dear Lord, her rage had nearly brought down the walls, and she said she never wished Isaac around Cristian again. More was said—screamed—before she walked to her room and banged the door.
She had been deafeningly silent all morning, talking to no one. On a profound level, she was not at all ready to confront the fact that she had actually lost Cristian. And, of course, to Isaac. But, until she acknowledged the tr
