Asher’s POV

“Are you okay, man?” Luca asked for the umpteenth time that week. We were in my living room.

I turned to glare at him. “What do you think?” I turned back to stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was sticking out oddly because I had run my fingers through it repeatedly. I was sporting stubble on my chin and jawline, and my eyes looked sunken, like I hadn’t slept in days—which wasn’t far from the truth.

“You look like shit, and I’m genuinely worried,” he said.

I exhaled. “Luca, I told you I was fine. You didn’t have to stop by.”

He eyed me. “Yeah,...