THE ASHES FROM THE FIRE.

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. “Everhart…isn’t that…Ace’s name?” I whispered. “Yes, it is, Sloane. I’m his father.” “Oh, did I say that out loud?” “Yes, you did.” He said, chuckling, and I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. “Oh, sorry. I was just curious.” I said, embarrassed. “It’s alright, Sloane. I hope to see you on stage tonight. I’m told you’re fantastic.” He said, not once looking away from me. For some reason, his eyes evoked something in me….I have no idea what it is, but for some reason, my nerves felt like a bundle, as my skin tingled softly. “Yes, sir.” I nodded, pulling my hand from his, and walking away so he and Ms. Vale could speak. “She’s just as you said she was.” I heard him whisper as I walked away. In no time, it was time for the play to start. “Places, everyone!” Ms. Vale called shrilly, clapping her hands loudly as she did the final touches on everyone’s costumes. “Break a leg, Sloane,” Ace called from beside me, flashing me a wink before staring ahead. “You too, Ace