The silence that followed their departure was deafening.
Asher and I stood there, the weight of what had just transpired hanging heavily between us. The door had slammed shut, leaving the room filled with a thick tension, one that neither of us could escape.
My mind was racing. I had so many questions. So many things I didn’t understand. And yet, despite the confusion, there was one thing that felt clear—this was bigger than us.
What had just happened? Who were those people? And what did they mean by “a choice”?
I wanted to ask Asher, to demand answers, but when I turned to him, I saw the conflict in his eyes. It was as if he were fighting a battle I couldn’t see, a war within himself that no one had prepared him for.
“I never wanted to pull you into this,” he finally said, his voice
