*Ophelia*

The next day, things start feeling much worse in the studio. I reached out to Asher last night, and he didn’t get back to me until this morning.

‘Looking into something. Sorry, I didn’t message you back. Call me tonight?’

I don’t understand what’s happening on Asher’s end, but I text him back that I’ll reach out. I send him kissing faces, weary of how he’ll respond, until he sends me them back, as well as a few hearts.

I don’t ...