As soon as Lorenzo mentioned Ashley's daughter's name, she froze.
A pang shot through his chest, and the silence between them instantly turned heavy—almost suffocating. He could almost feel the change in her heartbeat.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his. She didn't say a word, but her eyes, those expressive, pain-filled eyes, spoke volumes.
He recognized that look; it was the same one she wore last night at his clubhouse, drowning herself in alcohol. He hadn't asked her about it yet, but deep down, he suspected it all tied back to her daughter.
"He… he found something?" she asked softly, her voice trembling.
Lorenzo nodded and finally released her. "Yeah."
She was no longer defiant, no longer ready to burst his balls—and he instantly missed that part of her.
Ashley's face lit up slightly, a sad smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Where is he? Can we go meet him now?" she asked, a hint of eagerness creeping into her tone.
