Can I really let that slip by because of fear? I pride myself on being strong, but sometimes you have to be weak. Just then my phone sounds. I hastily pull it from my pocket, hoping it’s Faye, but it’s Asher. I slump as I open it, expecting another incredible drawing or photograph, but it’s a simple text. I can feel the urgency in it, however, and that has me sitting upright instantly. Asher: Come home.
