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Chapter Fourty-Five

Harry's POV:

I wake up in an empty bad, it's my bed. I roll over and rub my eyes. I realize I have no idea how I got home last night. After Apsen left I got pretty shit faced, I could tell by my intense headache. I wasn't in the mood for a hangover.

I remember I have to run into town to get a few things. I set my feet on the floor and stand up.

I put on a pair of shorts and a t shirt, I brush my teeth and step out the door only to find a girl sneaking out of Charles' room. She looks pissed to see me and I give her a congratulatory wave.

"The one yesterday was naked, you're fine." I tell to her as I walk down the stairs and I hear her gasp but don't turn around.

My mother is out playing Tennis, and my father left with Erica's dad to take the yacht out. A woman from housekeeping offers me some breakfast but I decline. I grab my keys and get into my Porsche. It's a red convertable, almost as beautiful as Aspen.

I turn on the engine and drive to town. I walk into the small grocery store and pick up a few things, I grab condoms on the way to check out in the hopes of my date going well with Aspen. I'm not going to pressure her or anything of course, just I miss her, feeling so close to her.

The old woman gives me a look as I place the box on the check out counter and shoot her a look.

"What?" I ask her but she shakes her head. I tap my foot impatiently and wait for her to hand my my bag, once she does I leave the store quickly.

"Have you seen her? Her names Aspen?"

What the hell? I turn my attention to an old woman holding a picture going up to people who keep dismissing her.

Her eyes meet mine and she approaches me. "Have you seen this girl? She's about your age I'm sure-"

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My names Elle, this is my daughter, I heard she was here-"

"That's not your daughter, so who the hell are you?" I ask again more forcefully.

"You know her? Aspen?"

"How do you know her name?!" I yell, causing a few heads to turn towards me and the woman.

"She's my daughter!" She says. I look at the woman in front of me, she has dark hair, and her face is tired. She has blue eyes and freckles, but that's as far as a resemblance goes.

"This girls mother is dead." I say pointing to the photograph the woman is holding. It's Aspen, but a few years younger. She looks so different.

"No." She begins to cry.

"Stop crying." I say.

"You don't understand. She's 18 now, I can see her." She says through sniffling.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask.

"I wasn't allowed to see her, until she's an adult." She says. Her hands are shaking and she is incredibly thin.

"Why weren't you allowed to see her?" I ask, I don't believe this woman- but... I feel like I should ask.

"Because I was using, and social services took her once I was out of jail, and I couldn't see her, but now I can." Her voice is high pitched and weak.

"The girl you think is your daughter, Aspen, she found her mother dead." I say.

The woman shakes her head. "That was my sister, she took care of Aspen, well tried to, I haven't seen Aspen since she was four. She lived with my niece, sister, and my brother in law." She says.