“You need to go.” “You can’t be serious. Asher—” “Please,” he said through gritted teeth. He closed his eyes like he was in pain. “Please go.” Memories of the last time we’d spoken came rushing back. When he’d said it was over. When he’d told me I had to let him go. He was home, and he wanted me to leave? Sadness and anger warred to be the first to rip free from my chest, and the resulting struggle choked off my reply. Feeling like the world had just flipped upside down, I turned around and walked out.
