Asher's POV
I paced around my room, my mind churning with thoughts of what gift to give Peach. Her birthday was yesterday and I stupidly didn’t even know , she deserved something special. Shoes seemed too impersonal, and while a new bag might appeal to most girls, Peach wasn’t like most girls. Frustrated, I sat down at my desk, pulling up my computer to search for birthday gift ideas. The screen filled with countless suggestions, none of which seemed right. A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I called out, my voice slightly raised in the hope that it would carry through the door. The door creaked open, revealing Amon. His expression was etched with worry.
"What’s the matter?" I asked, my confusion evident.
“We didn’t find anything in Dad’s office,” Amon began, his to
