Chapter 38 Ghosts

*Ophelia*

Asher’s home less than an hour later, walking through to the living room with sheer annoyance on his face. “What a waste of time. She’s fine; I don’t know why they bothered calling me.”

I shrug. “Maybe Courtney was afraid of something being wrong.”

He sighs, plopping down next to me on the couch. “Well, I’m back now.” He looks over at his television, turned onto a sports channel. “What are we watching?”

I sigh. “Bullshit. Just passing the time while waiting for you.”

Asher kisses the side of my head. “That’s sweet. Any way I can make tonight up to you?”

“There’s nothing to make up,” I insist, nudging his ribs. “Courtney needed you.”

The thing I don’t say, however, is that I’m still skeptical of how tonight’s events played out. I don’t want to sit around accusing people at all costs. I WANT to trust Asher when it comes to all of this. We’ve battled enough since the start. I know after this brief separation that I want him in my life, and I’m willing to put in all the wo