ASHLEY'S POV
The scent of freshly made coffee filled my apartment as I sang to myself in the kitchen. I'd been wearing Michael's hoodie, the one he left behind last week, I hadn't even realized I was wearing it until I caught a glimpse of myself in the microwave door.
I smiled. God, I felt light today. Free, even. Like my body remembered what it meant to feel safe.
I'd filled a glass and curled up on the couch with my knees tucked up in front of me, reading texts and emails. Sophia had uploaded a video of her dog falling off the couch again. I laughed so hard I'd to cover my mouth with my palm across it. She was ridiculous.
Then there was a message from Micheal:
“Morning, beautiful. Let me know if you’re free to have lunch later. I miss you.”
I reread it three times.
I could pract
