Chapter 74-–Ashton’s POV
The silence after Moana walked away was worse than the shouting.
It clung to me, pressing into my chest until breathing felt like workload to me. I stayed where I was long after she disappeared behind the door, staring at nothing, replaying her words again and again like a wound that refused to close.
Your father killed my father.
No matter how many times my mind circled it, the sentence refused to settle. It didn’t fit. It didn’t belong in my reality. And yet, it wouldn’t leave.
I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself.
Moana wouldn’t lie. That was the part I couldn’t escape.
She was many things, stubborn, emotional, impulsive but she wasn’t a liar. Not about something like this. Not about her father's death. The pain in her
