I continued staring at him as I watched him go.

Asher’s shoulders looked stiff as he moved, his face looked too bashed for someone that was just excusing himself from a meal. I noticed how his fingers lingered a little too long on his disheveled hair, as though he was badly holding something in. A sigh, maybe... Or a scream

'My bet is that he's holding back a scream, or a frustrated plea for help' Diane sarcastically remarked as I slowly held the gold goblet and shook it in a way my wine ...