was stubborn, proud, and awful at asking for help.”
“Sounds exactly like Dad.”
“But he wasn’t who we thought he was, Ash.”
Asher read standing up. By the end, he had slid down to the floor.
“Tom,” he read aloud, voice cracking, “If you cannot repay me this month, I have to stop. Asher’s things are already gone. Astrid won’t even look at me anymore. I cannot continue reading …
