Arden:
At four, I knocked on the door to the home where I picked her up at night, and I took her to the club with me. I couldn't wait to see her; I knew seeing her was the only thing that would bring peace to my rage.
I wasn't expecting a girl about Ashton's age to answer the door; I wasn't expecting her to grab me by the wrist and yank me inside the house, either.
"You're just in time." She chuckled.
At the kitchen entrance was another girl who hid behind an archway, smiling brightly with her index finger pressed tightly against her lips the moment I opened my mouth to clear my confusion. But then I saw Ashton dancing around the kitchen with headphones on her head, singing at the top of her lungs while she cooked what smelled like Cacio e Pepe.
I had no idea she could sing, but I sh
