Ashley nodded, wrapping her fingers tightly around her mug and focusing on it. "Yeah. Very. He was really creepy. Spiked a guy, a friend of mine named Sylvio." She swallowed hard. "At least the first one was. Then he... we were talking and I... threatened him because he was pissing me off. Not much but... I kind of had my hand wrapped around his throat."
Because he'd as much as said she was his daughter and she'd wanted to be nothing like him.
"I never wanted to be like him. But I am."
And it was taking everything she had not to break into tears in her mother's living room at the idea that she was like him, whichever version of him she wanted to think about.