“I need a couple beers,” Cash says, sitting down in one of the chairs, his elbows to his knees, and his head hung low. I watch Asher and Nico head outside before I walk to where Cash is. “It will be alright,” I tell him, sitting in a chair next to him. “Lilly’s my one,” he whispers so low that I barely hear him. His hands cover his face, and then come to rest over his mouth when our eyes connect.
