Ashley stands in front of her porch, she is doing everything in her power to try and stop tears from rolling off her cheeks. She can to believe she has this far only to have nothing else. She framed her father to get back into the group; she pushed herself into a coma too.
And now that things were supposed to be different, she is in a worse position than she was before this whole pretense nonsense. She has left all she has, and has done all she can do but this is where it she left her.
In pieces.
She pushes the door and walks in. Her hands tremble by her mere presence as she goes in. She gets into the sitting room and the first thing she sees is the broken pieces of the vase she hit on herself.
Tears rush from her eyes and she falls on her knees in agony. Her father is suffering for it
