“No secrets,” Ashlyn said wistfully. “What must that be like? To share everything? My parents weren’t big on talking. Unless you count screaming at each other. And then with Daniel . . . Let’s just say he did most of the talking in our relationship. He was the smart one and I was just expected to do as I was told. The sad part is, for years I did. I was—” She stopped abruptly. “Sorry. Overshare.”
