—Third Person POV—
As Asher held Sienna in his arms, he felt a huge pang of sorrow for her. It wasn’t like her at all to cry like she was, so it had to have cut deep.
For a good while, he let her cry against his chest. Heaving, agonizing sobs, ones she’d been holding onto for days, the pressure building inside her.
She was wheezing, wracked with the heaviest sobs he’d ever heard.
When her sobs started to lighten not long after the loudest wave, he decided it was time to speak.
“You should get some rest - you need it more than anything. All you’ve done the last few days is wear yourself thin,” he said softly, his arms staying wrapped around her.
She struggled against him, desperate to get back to her work. “My work isn’t done.”
“And it won’t be done tonight no matter what you do
