MINAH hadn’t looked in Asher’s direction since stepping out of the bathroom earlier. Even during dinner, she remained quiet.
It seemed like Asher had decided against confronting Paul, as he’d suggested. If that conversation had happened, Minah was sure she’d sensed something unusual in her friend’s behavior. But everything seemed normal. For that, she felt a bit relieved.
Still, she wanted to smack Paul for the trouble his gift had caused. Why did Asher have to see it?
Later that evening, Minah lay on the bed they shared, still refusing to acknowledge Asher. She turned her back on him, ignoring the way his gaze followed her every move.
“You’re still mad?”
Minah’s eyes, which had just started to close, snapped open at Asher’s question.
Why does he even need to ask that?
Withou
