Chapter 15It had been a week since my argument with mother. On Monday, I’d taken the easy way out and texted her, but she hadn’t bothered to reply. I wasn’t too unhappy about it. I’d had a wonderful time with Asher, and we’d spent lots of time getting reacquainted.
We had been on a real date. I insisted our first date on the couch was real, too, but Asher had declared there had to be a restaurant. With a table cloth, candles, and a fancy maître d’. He’d taken me to a place with all those things and fabulous food, too. After, we’d gone back to the apartment and made love, and that had been my favorite part of the entire evening.
I should have known it had been too good to be true.
My mother called just as Asher was going down to the bar on Friday afternoon. For a second or two, I conside
