Chapter 38

• ASHLEY'S POV
• The restaurant was nice. Too nice, maybe. Low lights, soft jazz, white napkins folded like they mattered. Micheal decided to take me out for lunch because my tummy wouldn't stop growling earlier. And the minute we got here. I fell in love with this place. Now the issue is… I couldn't stop thinking about Ryan. Don't get me wrong, I don't want him back or anything like that, but why was he here? Why now that I'm in a safe place?.
• Micheal sat across from me, talking about something…work, I think, but his voice felt distant. Like background noise in a movie I wasn't really watching.