10
ASHTON
I couldn’t help but feel guilty while heading to Skylar and her sister’s house for dinner.
Rhett sat in a hospital room with his father, and I couldn’t begin to imagine the lack of emotion between the two men at a time when grief ought to be allowed to flow freely. Accepted and shared, same as my family had done when Archer had passed. We’d been there to hold one another and offer comfort.
Rhett had no one outside of me, and while I appreciated his looking out for my mental health, he had to know I would face anxiety and nausea for him every day for the rest of my life if that was what he needed.
But he stubbornly insisted I stay put since my presence wouldn’t change the outcome of his mother’s demise.
Even though excitement raced my blood at the thought of meeting Skylar,
