I woke up with a jolt, the phone still in my hand. The first thing I did was check the screen—still no calls. No texts. Nothing from Asher.
A cold wave of panic washed over me.
He should’ve called. Now I’m getting scared.
We both know what he does. He doesn’t tell me specifically what he does, but we both know what he gets up to every day. It’s serious. He could be dead. He could be hurt. He could be in the enemy’s hands.
Just to put it into a nutshell, I was scared. Scared for his life, wondering if he was okay—because this has never happened. He has never gone quiet on me for so long.
But before anything, I rush towards my parents’ door and knock. Nobody answers.
I open the door. There’s nobody inside.
“What time is it?” I ask the room. Nobody answers.
I start going down the stai
