เข้าสู่ระบบASHER"It’s an absolute miracle that you made it to the table today," my mother remarked, prompting a soft chuckle from Oscar across from me.I kept my focus on cutting my food. "I didn't realize my showing up was such a historic event.""Oh, don't act clueless," she countered, her brow furrowing. "You know what I mean. I've asked you here every Sunday for two months now, and you’ve bailed every single time.""I had work.""Too much work for your own family," she sighed dramatically, feigning hurt.My father glanced up from his plate just long enough to weigh in. "You aren't the first person to run a business, Asher. It is entirely possible to balance both. Stop making your mother worry."Oscar’s scoffed playfully. "You're talking to a door.”I shot him a warning look. "Just enjoy your dinner," I muttered through clenched teeth.He smirked. "I am. Very much so. It’s a lot more entertaining with you here.”My mother shook her head, a soft smile proving how deeply she cared about having
HarperSofia snatched up her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. "Wait," she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Let me make sure I have the right guy."I watched silently as she typed his name into the search bar. "Asher Hayes," she read aloud, her voice tight with concentration. "Hayes Global..."The moment his photograph popped up, my stomach dropped. It was him—undeniably him. The dark hair, the deep chocolate-brown eyes, the effortless confidence that radiated right through the glass. He was wearing a sharp, impeccably tailored dark suit, posing casually in front of a sleek corporate backdrop.Sofia glanced up, her eyes searching my face to confirm her suspicion. I looked away immediately, unable to meet her gaze. That single movement was all the answer she needed."Oh, my god," Sofia breathed, her fingers flying across the screen. "Harper, this guy is loaded.""I can tell.""No, Harper, you don't get it. Look at this.” She spun the screen toward me.According to the articl
HARPERSofia stayed right beside me until my sobs gradually subsided. When I finally pulled away, I wiped my damp cheeks with the back of my hand."I'm sorry,” I sniffed, looking down.She frowned. "What are you apologizing for?""For breaking down like that,” I said, my throat feeling completely raw."Harper, you don't ever have to apologize for being upset." Sofia glanced toward the kitchen, then back at me. "Come on. We're going somewhere.""Where?""My house.""But we haven't finished—""Don't worry about it. I'll explain things to my uncle. He'll handle the rest."She walked over to Daniel and quietly explained that she was taking me home because I wasn't feeling well. He looked deeply concerned but asked no questions."Take care of yourself, Harper," he said gently, offering a warm nod. "Don't worry about the rest of the cleanup. I’ll manage.""Thank you," I murmured.A few minutes later, we were out the door and on our way.I barely spoke during the journey. Sofia seemed to und
HARPER"Three months."The words echoed endlessly in my mind, yet they felt completely unreal. Against all odds, I was pregnant.I sat frozen, hands motionless in my lap, as the doctor kept talking. She went over the essentials of prenatal care, upcoming assessments, and the schedule of appointments I needed to book, before finally handing me a packet of information. I heard the steady drone of her voice, but the meaning wouldn't sink in.Me? Pregnant? A baby?I scoffed inwardly. The concept was so absurd that my brain simply blocked it out; I couldn't bridge the massive gap between this news and my current reality. After losing my mother, I had felt entirely hollowed out for weeks. Moving to Rochester was supposed to be my fresh start. I had finally secured housing, a stable job, a new friend, and a spot back in school. It wasn't a grand life, but it was a foundation.But now, this.I stared mentally into the void of my bank account, thinking of the upcoming rent, my looming tuitio
HARPERA few weeks had passed since our tour of Rochester. My transfer application had been approved, and I had officially started attending lectures at the university.The day before, however, I had started feeling incredibly unwell and had to ask Daniel if I could leave work early. Suspecting it was just the flu, I went home to rest and hydrate. Yet, I woke up the next morning feeling even worse than I had the night before. My stomach felt deeply unsettled, and a dull, heavy ache throbbed relentlessly behind my eyes. I lay perfectly still for a few minutes, praying the sensation would pass, but the discomfort only intensified. I chalked it up to sheer exhaustion from the previous few days.Gathering what little strength I had left, I forced myself out of bed, got ready for class, and left my apartment. By lunchtime, I had managed to choke down only a few bites of my sandwich. The heavy, greasy smell of food in the campus cafeteria made my stomach churn, forcing me to push the plate
HarperBy eleven Saturday morning, I was standing outside my apartment building, checking my phone for Sofia’s text. She had insisted on picking me up instead of letting me take a taxi downtown, claiming I would probably get lost trying to find the spots she had chosen. To be fair, she wasn't entirely wrong.A familiar car pulled up to the curb, and Sofia leaned across to swing the passenger door open."Get in, girl!"I laughed as I climbed inside. "Good morning to you," I said, raising my voice to compete with the music blasting through her speakers."Good morning! How was your night?" she shouted over the noise."Good," I replied, nodding as I clicked my seatbelt into place. Sofia pulled away from the curb, swaying and singing along to the track."Where are we going first?" I asked, though my voice wasn't quite loud enough to pierce through the volume."What?!" she yelled, gesturing for me to repeat myself as she finally turned the music down.I asked again, a bit quieter this time.







