~ Asher’s POV ~

Asher walked aimlessly to the apartment parking garage. He kept sighing out loud and kicking the dust. This situation with Zoie wasn’t getting better. He thought it couldn’t get any worse, but it just did.

Asher arrived at a parked motorcycle covered under a black tarp. He pulled the cover off and threw it on the ground. His motorcycle was sitting perfectly, slightly dusty as it hadn’t been touched in weeks. Maybe months.

In one swift move, Asher got on the motorcycle and revved up the engine. He put on his helmet and within a flash, he speeded out of the parking garage, hitting the open...