Asher’s POV

I called home three hours before it was time. My father picked up on the second ring, and it was a video call.

“Asher.”

“Dad,” I answered.

“What is it?”

“You remember we have that...”

“Yes, of course, he does,” Marcus interjected, his annoying face covering the whole screen, “We all remember, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. “You’re at home, Marcus?”

“Yes, I am. Dad and I made a little bet. Do you want to know what it’s about?”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t, but I knew Marcus, and I knew he would tell me anyway.

“I’ve...