AS MINAH lay on the bed, her gaze drifted toward the glass wall in Asher’s room. The curtains were drawn back, revealing a stunning view of Townsville. Even the distant ocean, with its bluish hue, was visible.
She tightened her embrace on the pillow she had been clutching for a while and sighed deeply.
Every single day, when she was alone, she found herself staring off into the distance, lost in thought. She was still moving on from the loss of her parents. Her heart hadn’t yet fully accepted their absence, nor the fact that they would never return.
Minah’s attention snapped to the door when she heard a knock.
She immediately got up and went to open it.
It couldn’t possibly be the sly Asher. He never knocked; he would just barge into his own room unannounced.
Standing at the do
