until you interrupt me.”
“Drew,” Ashleigh said, picking up her spoon and stirring the concoction that she could not bring herself to eat.
“What happened to you, Ash?” Drew sat opposite her at the table.
It all came tumbling out in a rush as Ashleigh recounted what she’d told Erica the night before. She wondered when the tears would come and ruin her makeup, but they never did. She didn’t have anything left to shed after the previous evening. She was emotionally and physically drained and didn’t know how she’d find the strength to go back to work and finish the day.
“You just walked away and never looked back,” Drew said, dumbfounded.
“I couldn’t sing another note. I didn’t have another song in me to write,” Ashleigh said angrily. “Everyone expected me to forge on and I was frozen. The show couldn’t just go on for me. No one understood what it was like looking down on Kelly’s lifeless face and know it was all my fault.”
“How was it your fault?” Drew pushed her bowl of uneaten soup away. “Did you force her to take the drugs? Did you know she had a heart condition?”
“I’ve asked myself those same questions. No, I didn’t force her to do anything, and neither of us had any idea of her condition. I was there, though, drowning myself in a well of alcohol and drugs. It was her choice to participate, but she might not have gone to the lengths that she did if I hadn’t been right there with her.”
“Pardon me, but bullshit,” Drew said. “Sounds to me like she still would’ve done it with or without you. I understand that you feel responsible, it makes sense, but you’re punishing yourself unnecessarily.” Drew narrowed her eyes and cocked her head. “What else made you run?”
Ashleigh stared back at Drew as though she’d been caught in a trap that she was helpless to escape.
“You said you had a relationship with the guitarist, but you never say her name. I find that a little odd.”
“Alex was my first love,” Ashleigh said. The name burned on her tongue. Time had not erased the bitterness she still felt, even though it had obscured her memory of the pain that she’d never experienced before or since.
Drew smacked her lips. “Now we’re getting to the heart of the matter.”
“Are you thinking that I still pine away for her?” Ashleigh asked defensively.
“Do you?” Drew raised a brow.
“Absolutely not. At her best, she could never measure up to Erica.” Ashleigh stood. “I need to get back to work.”
Drew jumped to her feet and grabbed Ashleigh by the shoulders, forcing her to look at her. “This has been bottled up for twenty years. It’s time to let go of the guilt and shame and especially the anger. You’ve allowed these feelings to rob you of a career that looked very promising.”
Ashleigh smiled ruefully. “If I hadn’t been ‘robbed,’ then I’d have never met you or Erica. It’s worked out pretty well for me so far.”
Drew chuckled. “Well, that is true. What would you do without me?”
“I’m not spending the night here,” Kaitlyn’s voice said over Erica’s intercom. “It’s six. At six thirty, my car is pulling out of the driveway. I suggest you be in it.”
“I’ll meet you outside in thirty minutes,” Erica said. “Don’t leave me like you did before we went on vacation.”
“Then don’t be late, weenie.”
Erica reluctantly pushed back from her desk and stuffed a few things into her briefcase that she needed to work on. She would’ve preferred to remain at the office and take advantage of the quiet time to chip away at the mountain of work that had accumulated while she was away.
“What are your plans for this evening?” Kaitlyn asked when she climbed into the car.
“I’m gonna go over the Travis account. I didn’t have time to look at it today because of the McKesson deal.”
“Erica!” Kaitlyn said, glancing over. She veered off the main road and took the long way, causing Erica to
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