*Asher*

When I hear the sound of Ophelia’s front door, my mind and body snap to attention. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Skylar had told me to throw on the TV and help myself to anything in the apartment while I waited.

I look at the clock on the wall, and it’s late. Ophelia had said she wouldn’t be long, but it’s nearly midnight now. I feel my chest squeeze, worried for a moment about what happened. But she enters the room and throws her arms up in the ...