After everything that had happened, I decided the best thing I could do was take a taxi and get out of there as quickly as possible. I wanted to disappear from all those judgmental stares over something that had never been within my control.
Before leaving, I made sure to text my friends to let them know I was heading out. I didn't want to smother them by depending on them so much—especially Cassie, now that I was living at her house.
When the taxi pulled up in front of Cassie's home, I spotted a man sitting on the front porch steps, waiting for me.
It didn't take me long to recognize him.
There was no one else who looked so much like a famous Hollywood movie star.
"Ashley..." he began, getting to his feet.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.
"I need
