The Actor's Contract
Enrique told me his name was Alex.
“No,” he continues, his jaw tightening for just a fraction of a second, the hint of old scars lurking beneath calm. “Alexander was my father’s name. The name died with him. I’m Ash.”
R-i-g-h-t. Who wants a murderer’s name? No one sane. But Ash?
“The man who raised him, gave it to him … Blackburn … burn … ash,” John offers, grinning. “Got a nice ring, doesn’t it?”
“Oh … okay.” Guess it makes sense. Ash … clean, sharp, unburdened.
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