Four weeks later
Ashton’s POV
‘Beth! You need to hang up now, we need to go’ I call out to my daughter for what feels like the one hundredth time, as I dump my bag next to the front door and walk into the living room to find her still curled up on the couch, talking into my phone screen.
‘And then we all sang a song, and the parents clapped,’ Beth continues, recounting her school concert from a few weeks ago at pre K yet again to my father.
‘And you were the star, yes?’ my father rumbles, ‘the best singer! Like your grandma.’
‘It was a group effort Papa,’ Beth giggles, ‘we all sang very well, shall I sing one of the songs for you now because you missed it?’ she adds hopefully.
‘Beth!’ I groan in exasperation, ‘I have to leave for the game.’
‘Ugh! Okay!’ my daughter sighs dramaticall
