Eight

May’s POV

The rain beat me home, washing away the heaviness in my heart, but not completely. I was still feeling a little bit down from all the happenings at home with Asher, but I also couldn’t stop thinking about what Mr. Keith said.

But I didn’t let that bother me much. Honest to God, I shouldn’t even think about it because for all I knew, he might just be joking.

Sighing, I grabbed the keys from my bags and unlocked the front door. Today, the house was empty, so it was easy to slip in at this time without having to explain why I had arrived back home all drenched.

The warm silence that greeted me, told me that Asher wasn’t home, not that he was ever home at the time of the day. Even if he was home, which was rare, I knew that he was going to be bush in his office.

Anyway, I was grateful for the silence, because it would help me get things I was looking to do all done in no time.

“If I could just get it all done in a couple of second or with the snap of my finger.” I whispered to m