I tapped my fingers nervously on the table in front of me. My lips were between my teeth and I occasionally ran my hand through my hair, racking my brain for a way to make things work in my favor.
It was exactly 12 hours since Asher had announced we were moving and I hadn't still thought of a way to make him change his mind. If I told him I didn't want to leave LA, he would see it as disrespect and was going to force me to go with him anyway.
My phone rang at my side. It was Shaun calling. My heart skipped a few beats. He was the only reason I didn't want to leave LA. I couldn't live in a strange state with an abusive husband and a soul-sucking depressed excuse for a life.
I watched the phone ring as a huge lump formed in my throat. I resisted the urge to cry even though I was literally
