When Asher rejected me, declaring me nothing more than his best friend’s sister again, the only way I knew to find comfort was in my dance. I’d retreated to the dance studio, turned up the music and forgot about anything and everything but the feel of my own body. Dancing was my sanctuary. So I

When I told Asher I was busy tonight, I should have expected the follow-up messages. ??? With what? With who? I tried my best to ignore him. I checked every message as it came it, but I forced myself not to reply. I didn’t trust myself not to immediately cave and tell him everything. He wo

Asher Cynthia wasn’t willing to believe my word alone about Joseph. Fine. I would figure out what he was up to and prove it to her. Over the past few days, I’d been noticing Joseph spending more time with the hockey team. Even today, as I was walking through the lounge in the athlete’s dorm, he

Another night, I was again cheering at one of Asher’s hockey games. A sober aura hung among the crowd. Since the typical second-line right winger was out with injury, they’d brought up someone from the fourth line. That empty fourth line spot was then filled in by an unknown. Asher hadn’t seemed

Follow your heart, Nicole had told me once. I remembered those words now, watching Asher trapped in his own intense anger. “Cynthia?” Joseph asked. He was waiting for his answer. My heart wanted to stay with Asher. How could I leave him alone as he was? Whatever Joseph wanted to talk about c