Ashley's POV

  I breezed out of the taxi that pulled up in front of my dad's dilapidated cabin, drawing an anxious breath as I shut the car door with a slow push.

  “Ashley?” Someone called out, and I veered my face towards her direction, the nervousness in my expression fading into a widened smile.

  The middle-aged lady grinned wider, her sockets popping out in surprise as she approached me with a limp gait, leaning on a cane.

  “It's really you, my big baby.” She sang, and I ran over, catching her in a tight embrace.

  “It's so good to see you, Gracie. I missed you…” Stroking Gracie's ash-black hair, I...