APRIL’S POV
Ashley’s question hung between us. It was so warped that a thin laugh scraped out of my throat before I could stop it.
“What? Ashley, no. God, no.”
Her grip on my arm slipped.
“How could you even think that? Your dad? He has only ever been good to me. He is your father. How could you think that of him?”
The fight leaked out of her shoulders. She looked at Leo’s stormy face, then back at me. Suspicion gave way to confusion and then to something small and ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I saw you crying and he was holding you and you’ve been weird and I didn’t know what to think.”
“It’s okay,” I said. The lie left a bitter aftertaste. “Just family stuff. Private. Overwhelming.”
“Our friendship matters to me,” she said. “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk t
