ASHLEY'S P.O.VThe tension in the car was so thick, I could feel it in the airI was seething, boiling inside me, memories from the last time we saw each other flooded my head, tears threatened to spill out of my eyes, but not tears of pain or sorrow, rather, tears of anger and bitterness.‘You have no other purpose,’ she screamed at me years ago. ‘Because of me, you're worth something.’ I could still hear Genevieve's voice in my head. I fisted my hands by my side, willing myself to go breathe calmly. I wouldn't put myself and my little girl under any form of stress, and definitely not because of Genevieve Cece Harrington.I focused on the street as she drove, purposefully not looking at her. Her car smelled like expensive perfume, money, and lies.But even as she drove, I couldn't help but think, why was she here, and why now? “A baby” Genevieve whispered so low, I wouldn't have caught what she said if I wasn't paying attention. I glanced at her, the way her brows were furrowed a
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