Asher had been mulling over ways to contact Abigail all day, but every scenario he imagined ended in her sharp retorts. Finally, with no better option, he decided to call her after work.
Meanwhile, Abigail was curled up on her couch, enjoying a lighthearted comedy show. When her phone buzzed and Asher's name lit up the screen, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed the remote, muted the TV, and answered the call.
"Hello, Mr. Moore," she greeted, her voice tinged with curiosity and urgency.
"Hello, Miss Miller. I hope I'm not disturbing your peace?" Asher replied, his tone polite but carefully measured.
"No, you're not," Abigail said quickly, but suspicion crept into her voice. "Is Aurora, okay?"
Asher frowned lightly, caught off guard by her question. "Um… yes, your best friend is perfectly fine. Why would you think otherwise?"