Chapter 8Ashley
MY FIRST DAY as the new me could not have been more unlike me, and I had no idea of what more to expect. To keep as unaffected, distant, from this world as possible meant I had two jobs to do. First, I needed to find out as much as I could about this Ashley. I needed to protect myself in this world, and second, if I was to become a bad guy, I needed to shift into my new role quickly.
I stuck my no-longer-interesting sandwich in the refrigerator. A quick look in the open door informed me that food shopping topped my to-do list. The shelves were almost empty, except for a couple of cans of diet cola and an open half gallon of hopefully drinkable milk. At least, no lingering odor of old and mold assaulted me.
My unexpected yawn made me look at the clock. Already after midni
