After my very open rant at the dinner table the guys suggested that it might be a good idea to go to counselling. Davey had stayed for a couple of months but had to get back to the band. I understood that, it wasn't fair for me to ask him to stay.

Lyn-z had gone into labor and given birth to a beautiful girl who the named Bandit. Unfortunately I found it appropriate that I moved out. It wasn't home anymore.

I hadn't gone far from them though just a couple of houses down from them. Ray popped in everyday and even when he couldn't cope with a crying baby.

Now I was into my fifth month of therapy and I felt I'd been doing well. I had gained the weight that I'd lost, I felt genuinely happy. Sure I'd had days where I wanted to curl up in a ball and hope the world would swallow me up. I think we all have those days.

Frank and I had stopped talking again. It probably didn't help that Mikey and Gerard had ripped into him about how I'd been feeling and that I was no longer able to have kids. I still have the last text he ever sent me.

'Ashleigh. I am so sorry for the way I treated you. You didn't deserve that. You were never the fuck up. It was just everyone else around you. I wish I could fix the unfixable, that you could go on and be happy with a nice loving guy and have a family of your own. But I've been selfish, I don't want you to be with anyone else. I want you to be with me. We all know that it will never happen. So I'm just going to stay away. Sure we may bump into each other when the band practices but other than that I'm going to stay out of your life. Know I will always love you, that I will always come if you need me. I know I don't deserve your trust. I love you. Forever. Frankenstein - Frank'

I read it at least once a week.

Davey has been texting me everyday but recently it's been a bit more like when he remembers. I miss him and yeah I know they are busy on tour so I'm not going to bother him...

I sat at my kitchen table and stared at the letter sitting in front of me. I knew what it was... A letter from Terrance's solicitor.

'Dear Miss Toro,

I regret to inform you of the passing of Terrance Jones your former Step father.

As you are the only surviving relative of Mrs Erin Jones the contents of Mr Jones' estate pass to you.

Please find enclosed details of the estate and contact me as soon as possible to discuss arrangements in receiving your inheritance.

Yours Sincerely

Mr Arthur Kingsley.'

Terrance was dead? I didn't know whether to be overjoyed or even a little upset.

I grabbed my cell and called Ray. "R... Ray? Can you come over? Sorry to be a pain."

"Sure. Will be right there." After a few minutes Ray came through the back door. "Ash?!"

"In the kitchen."

"Hey."

"Hey erm sorry to drag you over here..."

"It's fine what's up?"

I pushed the letter towards him. "This. I'm not exactly sure how I should feel." Ray took the letter and began to read. "Well I guess you'd feel a little relieved that he wouldn't be able to come after you now. The contents of the will are surprising. Did you know he had this much?"

I shook my head. "We lived in a standard two bedroom house. It was strange finding out that I've inherited that much. But I don't want it. I'd probably keep enough just to keep me going but the rest of it, I'm gonna give it to the children's hospital. Maybe then some of them can have a better chance in life."

FroFro nodded. "Sounds good. Other than that though how are you doing today?" I shrugged. "Struggling. My moods are Yo-yoing. I need to get back into work though." Ray sighed. "Are you sure it's a good idea?"

"I'm letting the dance troop down, most of all I'm letting Marilyn down. Plus it's got to be better than sitting in this house all day everyday?"