Caspian

Asher entered the kitchen as the percolator beeped, signaling that my coffee was ready.

I filled my mug, adding a dash of sugar to suit my taste, and Asher poured himself a cup as well.

As he sipped his coffee, he remarked, "You should have allowed her to leave."

I took a sip of my own coffee, savoring the flavor.

"Don't you trust her to return?" Asher interjected, his eyes meeting mine over the rim of his cup. "You're aware the change is imminent; she could be in danger, just ...