Asher's PovWe were in the air when he made contact. “Tio Fernandez, this is Masters 22,” Frisbee spoke into the radio. “requesting to make contact with Asher Donovan.” “Masters 22?” I heard Tio ask from the cockpit .“Who's that?” I asked, leaning against his seat.“Some private plane wants to make contact with you.” Tio explained.“Me? Why?”“I don't know!”“This is Asher Donovan.” I said over the radio.For a moment all we heard were static sounds from the radio. What's wrong? I opened my mouth to speak when a familiar voice echoed in my ears. “Asher?! Asher!” Relief washed over me like a wave. “Caden! Baby, where are you?!”“I'm here with Frisbee, Giovanna, and… everyone's here. Where are you?” He asked.“I’m still in Mexico.” I gestured to Tio to come near.“Asher, don't move. We'll come to you.” Frisbee told me through the radio.“Okay. I'm waiting.” “And Asher, get rid of that phone.”“Noted.”****The drive back to the farm felt quieter than usual. Tio was humming soft
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