XAVIER'S POV
I couldn't stand how much Vance was around him, always protecting him. Time and again, I convinced myself that I didn't care, but I couldn't wipe from my memory the good times we shared. Every time I tried to talk to Asher, Vance would not let me get in more than two sentences.
“Dad?” I was just about to give up hope when they walked past me, but his father showed up. Asher did not seem very excited by his father's presence, but his excitement was a little less disturbing as compared to his father walking right past him, like he wasn't standing there.
“Aren't you going to talk to him?” I asked Asher, after his father walked by, but Asher, without a word, dashed to his apartment. I was greatly confused.
I knew about the rumors of Asher being adopted, but it still didn't
