Asher’s Point of View
I clenched my hand into a tight fist, my lungs constricted, making it difficult to breathe; it became nearly impossible to exhale even a single breath. I couldn't bear to see her in such a state, and I felt helpless in figuring out how to assist her. The worst part is that her sister might be the cause of her suffering. I swear, if Scarlynn is behind this, I'm going to murder her with my bare hands.
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, striving for calm. If I lost my composure, Scarlett would become trapped in the illusion she'd created for herself. I did not want her to drown in her sorrows. A deep part of me longed to alleviate her pain and help her feel better.
Taking another deep breath, I stepped out of the room to find the table filled with bottles of milk, w
