~Asher POV~
I wasn’t even planning to stay long.
These dinners had never been my thing, and tonight was no different. The moment I stepped into the house, I could already feel it, that same tight, suffocating atmosphere that came with expectations and conversations I didn’t care about.
I loosened the collar of my shirt, exhaling slowly as I walked down the hallway instead of heading straight to the dining room. If Luke was already there, then good for him. He could sit through all of that.
The fact that Luke had called for dinner could only mean there would be a lot of talking, and I wasn’t in the mood for that right now.
A small scoff left my lips as I ran a hand through my hair. Knowing my parents, this dinner was probably about him again. His future. His marriage. Gwen.
I shook m
