Ashly's beautiful hazel brown eyes were worried, yet there were queries beneath the worries, what did you do? Are you canceling the wedding? Have you been disloyal to me? Is there anyone else here?
Cristian was depressed when he realized how many of those questions could be responded with a loud Yes... and an ‘I do not even know for the second.’ Her hand was squeezing him, and he wondered why he wasn't holding hers in response, despite the fact that he was clutching Faustino. But didn't he realize what was going on behind it all? Faustino was a safe refuge from the beginning. Even though his own son was gay, dad refused to turn on Cristian. But, for Ashly and maybe Lizella, there was no assurance, no sense of security.
His lips opened and his throat strained, but no sound came out, no sy
