He’s dealing with something, too.
I haven’t believed in a higher power for a long time, but this feels like maybe someone is intervening.
Asher sounds sincere.
And… he said my name again.
My throat feels tight, and I choke back tears as I quietly say, “Why?” My voice cracks with the question.
His hand reaches for mine, his warm palm covering it. My fingers instantly spread, allowing him to weave his fingers with mine. A jolt shoots up my arm at his touch.
I’m so confused.