Ashley tossed and turned in her large, soft bed, unable to fall back asleep after a nightmare about her daughter. Her encounter with Lorenzo yesterday had plagued her mind until sleep finally claimed her—only for her to jolt awake barely an hour later.
She groaned in frustration. Lately, her nights had been haunted by recurring dreams of her late parents and her child, leaving her drained before the day even began.
Her mind drifted back to Lorenzo's offer, and fresh anger simmered within her. She hated him now more than ever—for daring to exploit her desperation.
She would go to any lengths to get her daughter back. But not this. Not him.
