Chapter Thirty-One
On Tuesday evening, Ash packed a bag and took the train to Murraywood. Gloria would be home around nine and Ash would be waiting for her. The train to Murraywood was half-empty. Most commuters were safely home already.
On the train, she listened to Gloria’s favourite song on repeat. Even though she was well aware it was an action worthy of a lovesick teenager wanting to feel closer to the person they had a silly crush on, Ash didn’t care. And maybe that’s what this was. After her marriage, maybe she had some regressing to do. Some teenage lust to channel.
She had been worried when it had taken Gloria almost twelve hours to respond to her text. When her name had finally appeared on her phone screen, Ash had been utterly terrified that Gloria’s reply would be a resoundi
