Asher
“Asher!”
Cynthia followed in my shadow as I left the dorm and started my trek across campus. She jogged to keep up with my brisk pace.
She wasn’t going to give up, was she?
With a sigh, I slowed so she could walk normally beside me. Last thing I needed was for her to overexert herself because of me.
True to her word, the moment she caught her breath, she started using it. She seemed bound and determined to convince me she was capable of taking care of her and her baby.
“You don’t understand how hard I’ve worked to be here,” she said. “I had no one except Dylan. No one else offered any support. Not the rest of my family, and I didn’t have any friends. I had to sneak around to practice.”
I carefully schooled my face to show no reaction, despite the rumble of anger inside me.
