Chapter 13
Zoey
I had just taken a break from the assignment I’ve been doing on my laptop when my cell phone rings. It’s Asher. For a moment I contemplate not answering, but knowing Asher, he’ll just keep calling until I pick up. Rolling my eyes, I reach for the device and slide my thumb across the screen. “What’s up?”
“I need you in New York by tonight.”
“Why does that sound like an order?” I ask, closing my laptop. I get up from my chair and move to the window. It’s a beautiful, sunny day that calls for a walk outdoors, but just like every other day for the past month, I don’t feel like leaving the apartment. Tiffany diagnosed me with severe depression, and I think she might be right.
It took the incident with Tristan to make me realize I’m not even halfway over Sawyer. I’m still in
