Chapter 83 - Dylan Ashford

Dylan POV

We walk through the double doors to find Fred on his phone pacing around the foyer. He raises an eyebrow and then walks deeper into the house to get out of earshot. I watch as his body is tense, and he looks like he is about to explode. Whatever is happening there is not good.

Jo holds my hand as I guide her back into the little sitting room we were in earlier. Mom is sitting with her glasses resting on the tip of her nose while my dad is sitting on the other side of the couch reading the newspaper.

I stop walking as I wasn’t expecting him to be there. I take a deep breath and kiss Mom on the top of the head while Jo smiles and gives Mom an air kiss. I shake my head slightly because I will never understand the air kiss thing.

“Dylan my boy, how are you?” Dad asks and Jo squeezes my hand and I take a deep breath, looking at the old man. I feel like shouting at him through the top of my lungs, but I control myself and shake his hand without gi