Chapter 69

The next night, Asher and I stood outside of Brent’s dorm, ready to sneak inside.

“Are you sure want to do this?” Asher asked me. “You look like you might be sick.”

For me, this was less about wanting to do this, and more about needing to. For Aimee. For myself.

“I’ll be alright,” I said.

He stared...