Eliana's POV

Sunday evenings were usually quiet in my house— I would just kick back and relax, watching Netflix and scrolling Instagram.

My phone buzzed on the counter as I finished setting down a plate of baked salmon and roasted potatoes. I wiped my hands with a towel, already smiling when I saw Asa's name light up the screen.

I hesitated only a second before answering.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey you." He responded. "I hope I didn't wake you this time.”

“It’s evening, Asa." I ...