I hesitate for a moment, then exhale. “Can I ask you about Ashley’s mom?” I expect Luther to pull away. To move his hand off mine and sit back in his chair. But he doesn’t. He stays leaned in. And he doesn’t sigh. Doesn’t act uncomfortable. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” he says, and I know he means it. “I didn’t hear anyone mention her during the grad party. Is, um…” I didn’t think this through. I can’t really just ask if she’s alive, can I? “Is she around?” “If by around you mean living in the US, then yes. But she’s not involved in Ashley’s life.” His answer brings up so many
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