ASHLEY’S POV
Lately, I couldn’t take a step in that house without seeing him. David.
He was everywhere.
In the hallway when I was heading to my study, he would have a feather duster in hand but not actually use it. By the kitchen door when I came downstairs, he leaned against the counter like he belonged there. He even hovered outside my bedroom, pretending to polish the banister or straighten a rug that didn’t need straightening.
It wasn’t coincidence. I knew it.
One morning, I was halfway down the stairs when I saw him waiting at the bottom. His hands were folded behind his back. His posture was sharp as always, but his eyes tracked me in a way that made me feel cornered.
“Good morning, Miss Ashley,” he said smoothly. “Busy day ahead?”
I hesitated before answering, forcing a polit
