“I can’t… I have to go.. sorry!”
I watch, dumbfounded, as Ash stumbles out of the bar. I should go after him, but my feet feel like they’ve been cemented to the floor. “What just happened?”
Tone lays a compassionate hand on my arm, bringing my attention away from the door and back to him. “Baby girl, did you not tell that man how old you are?”
I blink at him in confusion. “I… I don’t know. I thought he knew. I don’t know why it matters anyway.”
“Sweetheart, you’re jail bait,” Smash says gently.
“Jail bait?” I’m struggling to put the pieces of this wreckage together and understand why Ash left so suddenly. “We’re both adults. How is that jail bait?”
“Because that poor man thought you were older,” Tone sighs. “We keep telling you, you have an old soul, honey.”
“He’s probably feeling
