His words hit me right in the face. “Your parents are dead?” “He didn’t tell you?” “He said they weren’t around. I assumed he meant they worked a lot.” Coach Dalton blinks at the opposite wall. “Normally Asher tells everyone. He shoves it in people’s faces like he’s forcing them to pity us.” Pity? No. Asher isn’t the type to want pity. Though I’m definitely feeling something similar toward him right now. “Or … like he’s trying to make them hurt the way he is.” Coach Dalton’s head snaps toward me. “You think that’s it?” “I have no idea. I barely know Asher.”
