AUDREY POV
The drive back to the mansion felt unusually long.
Rain had begun to drizzle against the car windows, blurring the busy streets of Seattle into streaks of yellow and red lights.
I rested my forehead against the cool glass.
Ambrose’s words refused to leave me alone.
“I want to see my daughter.”
And closing my eyes only made them echo louder.
I didn’t know whether I’d made the right decision by telling him I’d think about it.
Maybe I should have said no.
Maybe I should have walked away the moment I saw him.
Or maybe…
No.
There wasn’t a maybe.
There hadn’t been one for six years.
He had helped me carry the bags to my waiting uber and insisted that I left first before he did too.
I found it odd but I didn’t pay much attention to it.
The car rolled through the iron
