"Not the same." The words almost tripped over themselves. Asher said it again, like he was worried I wouldn't believe him.
"Not even close."
I caught the look burning in Asher's eyes, brighter than anything I'd ever seen in 18-year-old Damien.
In my whole time with Damien, I had never once believed I'd done anything wrong.
I'd always known I was a good person.
My work shined in its own right, plenty of people admired me and cared about me, and none of that had ever been in question.
Then Bianca came into the picture, and I started doubting everything.
Maybe I was too cold. Maybe I had no sense of fun. Maybe I'd just gotten old, and that was why some twenty-year-old could shove me out of my own life.
The one thing I never doubted was my work. That had always been my anchor.
Now Ash
