Chapter 73–Moana’s POV
I shut the door harder than I meant to.
My back pressed against the door, my chest rising and falling too fast, my throat burning. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as if pain could anchor me, as if it could stop everything inside me from spilling apart.
I expected him to believe me but he looked at me like I was insane.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Of course he didn’t believe me. Why would he? To him, his father was untouchable. A hero. A man incapable of cruelty. And I...what was I to him now? A liar. A woman driven by grief and imagination.
I slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. The anger came first, hot and suffocating. Anger at Ashton. Anger at his blind loyalty. Anger at the way he had defend
