That afternoon, I went back to the Ashford family home.
Not because I couldn't bear to leave.
But to take what belonged to me.
Hugh stood with me at the door but didn't go in.
"Want me to come with you?"
I shook my head. "I can do it myself."
When I pushed the door open, the living room was a mess.
Gift boxes had been thrown on the floor. Crystal glasses were shattered everywhere.
Isabella sat on the sofa crying. Mom was beside her, soothing her.
Dad stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression dark.
When they saw me return, all three looked up at the same time.
Mom was the first to stand. "Quinn, you still know how to come back?"
I ignored her and went straight upstairs.
"Where are you going?"
"To get my things."
Mom followed. "What else do you need to take? In this
