Talia’s Point of View
I allowed Asher to lead me back to the car, his strong arm wrapped around my waist and his body quite possibly the only thing holding me up on my own two feet right now. My legs felt like jelly, walking out of this diner. I’d spend the past 24 hours living in some delusion that none of this was real, that I’d fly back to California and it would all just go away as if it had never happened. Yet now, it all felt too real. Dangerously real.
My whole body still felt like it was trembling even as Asher helped me slide into the passenger seat of his car. Why did I have to be breaking down right now? I’d seen worse things than this in my job at the ER in California, faced more terrifying tragedies and heard more heartbreaking stories. I, however, had never been the centre
