~ALLISON’S POV~
I sat at the dining table, sipping my hot drink, but Mrs. Hoover’s words kept playing in my mind.
*"Did he tell you he killed someone?"*
The word *killed* felt strange, and heavy. I knew Ash had anger issues—issues he seriously needed to work on—but killing someone? That was a whole different level.
I set my cup down on the table slowly, grabbed my fork, and speared one of the sausages on my plate. Tossing it into my mouth, I chewed without tasting a thing.
“Good morning,” Cara’s voice came from behind me, soft but startling enough to make me turn.
Her face was swollen, probably from crying. Yesterday had been a lot, and Ash was at the center of it all. After my talk with Justin and Ash’s mother, I’d retreated to my room.
I hadn’t wanted to see anyone. I
