VANCE'S POV
“What do you need?” I hurriedly tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, looking away from him, so he didn't notice. Asher stood confused for a minute at the door. I sniffled, took a deep breath and turned to him.“You said you need my help, what do you need my help with?” I asked, now in a more stable place.
“Are you okay?” His voice was soft with concern, as he closed the gap between us. I nodded, still trying to say as few words as possible, because my voice was still cracked from all the crying. “You're crying,” his small, tender hand rested on my shoulder and the touch sent shock through my spine.
“I'm not crying,” my response was extremely defensive.
“I don't know what the problem is, but it's okay to feel the burden so much that you want to breakdown,” I knew Asher w
