Chapter 243 Does That Mean You Love Me?

• That night, Asher and I ate dinner at the small two-person table in our room. Unlike most times before, we sat in terrible, awkward quiet, entirely silent except for the sound of our chewing or the scrape of silverware against the ceramic plates.
• Asher speared the final bit of food on his plate, brought it to his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Then he spoke.
• “I have to leave earlier tonight than usual.”