Offered to the Triplet Alphas
Don’t tell me… Asher had been searching for me ever since.
The thought was enough to twist my insides with excruciating restlessness.
“Thirteen years, five months, twenty-five days, six hours, eighteen minutes, and thirty-nine seconds,” he said, his voice a chilling mix of calm and intensity.
My eyes widened in shock, my hands gripping my dress as I tried to absorb the gravity of his words. But my chest bruised with every heartbeat, tears streaming incessantly down my face.
He didn’t have to tell me. I just knew that’s how long he waited for me, searched for me, believing in my existence, perhaps even before I was born.