Chapter 14
As I watched Asher’s closed-off face in the mirror, I understood why he’d wanted me to come along. What he really had asked for was my support. Someone to have his back in this war that was going on between father and son.
That knowledge coiled itself around my heart, and, somehow, I found an ounce of bravery. I leaned forward and rested my hand on his shoulder in plain view of his father. Asher’s eyes widened in the mirror, and Mr. Cross growled next to us.
“Disgusting sissies,” he snarled.
Just then, Asher pulled up in front of the entrance of the hospital. Without another word, Mr. Cross got out of the car.
“I’ll come get you tomorrow afternoon,” Asher called after him.
“Don’t bother.”
“How will you get home?”
“I’ll walk.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’ll be here and I’ll drive you.”
Mr. Cross growled a non-verbal answer and slammed the door behind him, the sound so loud it rang in my ears.
On instinct, I flung open my door and jumped out. “Mr. Cross,” I called after him.