Ash's POV
I kept staring at my phone.
That message.
I love you so much, Ash. I'm sorry. Please don't ask why.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Why would he apologize for loving me?
Why isn't he answering my calls?
My chest had been tight since I read it. Like my heart already knew something was wrong before my brain caught up.
"Ash!" Alia's voice snapped me back.
She let go of my hoodie and ran into Granny Jennings' arms the second she spotted her.
"Aww, my baby," Granny laughed, hugging her so tight it made my chest ache. "I'm going to miss you, sweetheart."
Their bags were already packed by the door.
Even the hospital blanket was folded neatly, like they didn't want to leave a mess behind.
"I made this for you."
She handed Alia a little pink knitted sweater, crooked stitches, but adorable.
"Yayy!" Alia cheered, hugging her again before rushing off to show Henry.
Granny turned to me with that soft smile that always felt like home.
