Sabrina POV
Willow, Tracey, and I pull up to the Hilton in town to pick my father up. "I'll be right back down, we shouldn't be long." I head inside and to the front desk. I never asked him what room he was in. A young lady behind the counter smiles "can I help you." "Yes, I'm looking for Harold Ascot's room." She types a few things into the computer before she looks back up at me. "He is in room 315." "Thank you, miss." I head for the elevator pushing the button for the third floor. When I get off, I head down the hallway until I come to room 315. I knock and the door swings open to my father smiling at me. He wraps me in a hug before he turns to head inside. I follow him and he grabs his suitcase.
"Dad, can I ask you something?" "Of course, you can?" "Did you leave mom b
