Tara’s POV

The bedroom felt smaller tonight. Asher was already in bed when I stepped out of the bathroom, propped against the headboard with his phone, scrolling through something that made his jaw tighten. He looked up the second I entered, his eyes softening the way they always did when it was just us.

“Hey,” he said, setting the phone down. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t answer right away. I walked to my side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and sat on the edge with my back to him. My hands were folded in my lap, fingers twisting the hem of my sleep shirt. I could feel him...