Those were the homemade meals I'd prepared for Asher. He always had stomach problems, and I worried about his health, so I'd taught myself to cook. Every single day I came up with something new for him.
I never imagined it all ended up in someone else's stomach.
Further down, Winifred was flashing a peace sign at the camera, her smile radiant.
Messed up a project today and I was so scared, but he took me here to cheer me up. Said I'll always be the best!
I recognized the place in the photo instantly. The Summit Restaurant.
That was where Asher and I had fallen in love.
Years ago, I'd run away after a fight with my family and secretly taken a waitressing job there. A drunk customer started groping me.
Asher had charged in and knocked the man to the ground. When the guy grabbed a bottle and swung it down at me, Asher pulled me into his arms and took the blow full on. Blood everywhere.
Back then he had no money, no connections, nothing but reckless courage and the instinct to shield me with everything he had.
Now he was bringing another woman to that same place, right through the front door.
It felt like a knife dragging open my chest. I couldn't breathe.