“YOU WON’T have dinner with me again?”
Minah’s voice carried disappointment as she repeated Asher’s words over the phone.
“Sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you. I just have something I need to finish right now,” Asher explained from the other end of the line.
“Alright,” she replied, knowing there was nothing more she could do. “Take care.”
“Okay. I love you,” Asher said gently.
“I love you too.”
Minah let out a deep sigh after ending the call. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to overthink things. If she stressed herself out, she’d only end up with a headache.
But she couldn’t deny how disappointed she felt. She thought the last time Asher missed dinner with her was just an isolated incident. Yet here they were again.
She didn’t know why, but it hurt.
Later that evening, af
