Her rush of excitement is fading, and I see my opening. I duck down and slide out of her hold. “Can you listen to me, though? I have important—”
But Ashley spins around mid-sentence and jogs towards the intricately carved wooden door of the bed and breakfast. “Gram!”
“Ashley!” I yell after her. “Would you—for God’s sake, stop for a second. Listen to me!”
She waves a hand over her shoulder. “I will, but Gram needs to know you’re here. She has missed you like crazy, girl. I’ve basically been her granddaughter while we’ve been here, but I’m no substitute for the real thing.”
Underneath all of the urgency, I really am glad to see Ashley. I know Timofey isn’t fond of her, and she definitely has her problems, but she has a good heart.
Maybe it took Noelle’s betrayal for me to see exactly ho
