Ashton’s POV
My brain short circuits as I stare at her.
‘Sorry, you must think I’m ridiculous’ she murmurs, her voice soft as she pushes her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.
I swallow harshly, my throat feeling tight as I shake my head. ‘Nu . . uh . . no, no of course not,’ I stammer. I try and fail to t maintain a shred of composure; I’ve suddenly forgotten how to act like a functioning human being. It feels as though a switch has flicked inside my mind, rewiring everything I thought I knew about myself and the woman in front of me. I suddenly have no idea what to do. And I’m scared f.ucking s.hitless about it.
‘Daddy, can we get ice cream now? I was really good,’ Beth asks, tugging insistently at my sleeve.
I wrench my eyes away from Luna, dropping them to my daughter as I
