I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, dressed in the tailored slacks and button-up shirt I wore yesterday. The sleeves were rolled up carelessly, and my tie hung loose around my neck like a noose I hadn't bothered to tighten properly. My thumb hovered over the message I'd sent Asher last night.
"Hope you made it to your apartment safely."
Read. No reply. I stared at the phone screen, willing it to light up, willing his name to appear with some kind of answer — any answer. But there was nothing. Just silence.
I sighed, a long, hollow exhale that seemed to echo in the quiet room. So that's how it's going to be. I guess I couldn't blame him. After everything I'd done — all the ways I'd failed him — it wasn't going to take just a single message to earn his trust back.
But how do I fix what I broke if he won't even give me a damn chance?
