The pork chops were just about to go into the oven when the front door banged shut. Colleen scowled, took off her apron, and moved towards the kitchen doorway when Ashly entered, her face tense with rage and her eyes wet with tears.
“Ashly?” Lizella's pupils dilated. "What's up, honey?" "I despise him." Ashly snarled angrily.
“What? Who do you despise?"
“Isaac!” She sobbed. "I never want to see him again! Never, ever!"
Lizella looked at her daughter, perplexed. “Isaac? I assumed you were at Cristian's."
"Yes, I was," Ashly said, her tone full of rage. "He told me I had to go."
“What?” Lizella was becoming increasingly perplexed by the situation.
"Why would he do such a thing?"
"I'm not sure!" Ashly sobbed. "He became furious at me for nothing and told me to go."
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