Chapter Seven
Ash took a large bite out of an apple. The first bite of anything solid she’d had all day—and it tasted like the most delicious morsel of food she’d ever had in her life. It was like that every day when she broke her fast. She checked her watch. She’d only be a few minutes late. Meeting a friend of her mother’s was unchartered territory for Ash. If this were a date, she’d deliberately arrive at least ten minutes late—not that Ash ever had to actively try to be late anywhere. It always seemed to happen of its own accord, no matter how early she set off.
She threw the apple core into a bin just before she arrived at the bar she’d chosen to meet Gloria. Ash hadn’t been there before because bars that only served alcohol-free cocktails weren’t really her thing. She’d just missed
