Asher’s P.o.v.
I woke up and glanced at the clock - 11:25 AM. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I just laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. The weight in my chest told me what I already knew: the hurt and sadness were still lingering, wrapping around me like a thick blanket. But I had to push through it.
With a sigh, I sat up and kicked the covers off, the room suddenly too cold. I gathered my laundry and made my way downstairs, heading to the laundry room. I couldn’t help but notice the cameras placed in every corner of the hallway - everywhere except my bedroom. A small mercy, I guess.
I loaded the washer, setting it carefully based on the fabrics, and started the cycle. As I made my way back upstairs, I passed the dining room where the security team was stationed. I didn’t
