Asher's POV

It’s been six days now, and I still catch myself staring at the front door like she’s going to walk back through it any second. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, quiet, empty quiet. The kind that makes every little sound feel loud. My own breathing when I’m trying to fall asleep and can’t because the other side of the bed is cold.

I keep checking my phone even though I know she texted me goodnight two hours ago. She’s been sending pictures every day of her mom’s kitchen table piled with food, her dad reading the same newspaper he’s read since I met him, her feet...