"No, she's not!" I snapped, and then I realized my mistake, seeing the look in my dad's eye.
"I'm sorry, Dad. But Asher Wouldn't do that to me... he loves me."
My dad looks at me. His eyes are filled with pity and sympathy.
He ignores my outburst and says, "Since Asher's not picking you up today, just get ready. I'm late. I gotta go to work and drop you off on the way."
"Okay," I say, about to leave, but then he holds my hand and says,
"From what I know, Asher is at home. He's fine. He's got his phone with him. If you've been calling and he's not picking up, take this as a sign—a way for you to let him go."
I nod numbly.
"I'm sorry," he says as he kisses my hand and then silently walks out of my bedroom.
The moment he closes the door behind him, that's when it all crashes back to m
