*Ophelia*

Asher’s home less than an hour later, walking through to the living room with sheer annoyance on his face. “What a waste of time. She’s fine; I don’t know why they bothered calling me.”

I shrug. “Maybe Courtney was afraid of something being wrong.”

He sighs, plopping down next to me on the couch. “Well, I’m back now.” He looks over at his television, turned onto a sports channel. “What are we watching?”

I sigh. “Bullshit. Just ...