DAVID’S POV
The house was silent at this hour, but my mind was anything but. I prowled the hallways over and over again.
I was restless. I couldn’t help it. I looked at the locked door of Ashley’s study, and a bitter taste filled my mouth.
There was a lock.
On a door she once kept open, waiting for me to step in whenever I pleased. Now it was barred, shut, and cold. I didn’t even have the set of keys. This was a new lock that she installed herself. It showed how much she was hiding now. She had grown so independent that she wanted her privacy.
But why?
I muttered under my breath, pressing my palm flat against the wood. “She used to come to me for everything. Every decision, every doubt… she needed me.” My voice was low and filled with resentment. “Now she hides. From me.”
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