“But yeah, I can help you in that area. As long as we have one thing understood,” she says sternly, raising a brow. “Yeah? And what’s that?” Asher asks, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “My father abandoned me years ago. I have no contact with him or my brothers. I can’t help you with connections. But…” She bites her lip, looking down at her lap, looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her in front of us. Sure, as a kid, she spilled her guts and tears, but that was just for me. This is for all of us. She’s opening herself up to the room instead of just one person. “But I can help
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