Chapter 23 What Is Mine Is Yours

• After arriving home the previous evening in a decidedly foul mood, Cassandra found solace in the bottom of a liquor bottle, drowning her sorrows deep into the night. The alcohol provided a fleeting escape, but only a few restless hours of sleep in her hazy, intoxicated state. Abruptly, her slumber was disrupted by the persistent ring of her phone.
• Taking a moment to collect her scattered thoughts, Cassandra reached over to the nightstand, her hand grasping the cold device as she answered with a groggy, “Hello?”
• “Ms. Raeburn, it's me, Ashley.”