Asher drove back to the house he had shared with Alana for five years.
In the past, whenever they fought, even if she said "We're done," she would always be there waiting for him when he came home.
She would always leave a small light on, sitting there looking over design sketches with quiet sobs, shaking her shoulders.
All he had to do was wrap his arms around her and say a few gentle words, and she would sniffle and forgive him.
Yes. She was just angry with him, Asher told himself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline.
She would never leave. She had tried on that wedding dress for three months straight.
She had drawn and redrawn the design for their engagement ring for three days and three nights.
She loved him so deeply. How could she just walk away like this?
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