Peach’s POV
Amon stared at me, his eyes filled with anticipation, waiting for me to speak. I kept silent for a while, and the confusion on his face grew with each passing second. Asher knew about my struggles, but Amon was still in the dark. Asher had insisted that it was only fair for Amon to know what was going on with me.
“What’s the matter, Peach? You’re quiet, and I’m starting to get worried,” he said, his voice laced with concern. I sighed deeply before speaking.
“I know I haven’t been transparent, and you’re worried about me. My mom told me you asked about my whereabouts, and I was out with Asher,” I began.
“You don’t need to explain, I—”
“I understand, Amon. I understand that you need answers about what I’ve been doing,” I interrupted. “The truth is…” I turned away from him, f
