Asher’s POV

It's been three days.

Three days since the car pulled out of the driveway with Tara in the back seat, one hand on her belly and the other pressed to the window like she was already counting down to when she’d come back. I stood on the porch longer than I should have, watching the taillights disappear and feeling the house turn colder and smaller the second she was gone.

I called her twice a day, morning and night, like we agreed. Her voice came through the phone soft and a little tired, telling me about her mom’s cooking, her dad’s quiet questions, and how the baby was...