if I hadn’t been with you on Saturday, who would you have told about your father’s heart attack?” He stared at me. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness until he averted his gaze. “I don’t know,” he said. “No one, I guess.” An iron fist squeezed my heart. His old team hated him, his new team was wary of him, and everyone else probably either sucked up to him or wanted to use him. I couldn’t imagine how lonely that must feel. Asher was surrounded by fans and hangers-on every day, but sometimes, people felt the loneliest in a crowd.
