MINAH glanced at her watch again. Asher would surely arrive at any moment.
“What the hell, Minah?” she muttered to herself.
Did she really have to go along with Asher’s suggestion to greet him when he came home from work?
It felt like he was just messing with her. Yet, here she was, waiting for her so-called husband in the spacious main living room that led to the foyer. Did she need to get used to the idea that Asher was still, in fact, her husband?
They had gone five years without communication. Now, suddenly, here they were, picking up where their promises left off when she was eighteen.
She almost laughed at herself, recalling how she had studied the proper use of contraceptive pills back then, only to never need that knowledge.
It didn’t seem like Asher had any plans to be
