Chapter 43
Ashton’s POV
Moana sat beside me, wrapped in a blanket Cairo had thrown around her the moment we got her out of that wrecked car. She was quiet now. Her hands trembled slightly in her lap, her fingers clenched together like she was afraid they’d drift apart.
I kept glancing at her every few seconds, making sure she was still breathing, still real.
“I’m here,” I said for maybe the tenth time, my voice was low. “You’re home now.”
She nodded faintly but didn’t look at me. Her eyes were fixed on the window, watching the city lights pass like she didn’t fully trust that this wasn’t another trick.
Cairo followed us closely behind.
When we pulled into the compound, the gate slid open immediately.
Moana’s mother was the first person I saw when I stepped out of the car.
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