Chapter 178 Our Home

• Asher had long since learned the art of waiting for Amelia. After all, he had been waiting for her for years. A few more minutes, he told himself, were nothing at all.
• The last light of evening washed over them, thinning into copper as the sun slipped low. Amelia lifted her face into that glow and looked at him.
• Time, it seemed, had spared Asher. Up close, the fine planes of his face still carried a trace of the boy he once had been.