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| and supplies for our station." She giggled again when she saw Ashton's total shock as he opened the bag and peered inside. "And there is more where that came from, Ashton. Lots, lots more!" |

| Ashton measured the wealth with his eyes as he shook some of the coins into the palm of his hands. "I don't understand," he said, his voice breaking. Afraid that someone might see or hear them, Sasha grabbed Ashton's arm and half dragged him into their room and closed the door behind them. |

| She went to the table and picked up the legal documents and waved them before Ashton's wide eyes. "Just wait until you hear," she said, torn between being so happy she could shout and being saddened over knowing that Woodrow, wonderful Woodrow, was dead. |

| "Hear what?" Ashton said, plunking the bag onto the bed. He took the documents and began reading them. The further he read, the faster his eyes scanned the pages. |

| Then he looked up at Sasha, wordless. |

| "It's true, Ashton," Sasha said, her eyes dancing. "We are rich beyond belief." |

| Ashton was not certain how to feel. A part of him was glad that Woodrow hadn't actually abandoned Sasha as she had suspected, and a part of him was sad that he alone could not have given her the world. |

| Yet it was enough, it seemed, to see her so happy over her sudden wealth. And he had not come up empty-handed himself. He had gained a foothold on his self-esteem by knowing that he was able to get a loan just by asking. |

| "Ashton, say something," Sasha said, her eyes |

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