Chapter 51 An Unexpected Turn
“Did you find your brother?”
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Asher stood straight and tall near the hallway of the hotel. His eyes were calm but clear, his voice cool and clean like a winter
breeze.
He’s still here? Jean scratched the back of her head.
“Yeah, I found him,” she said honestly. She had already taken off her mask and gave him a lopsided smile. “You’re still hanging around? Waiting for your mom
Asher paused slightly, lips pressing together in an unreadable way
He didn’t answer, but that silence alone was probably his answer.
Jean walked up to him.
He was dressed thinly in a black track jacket that had clearly been washed too many times, the faint scent of soap clinging to him. She couldn’t help but think about how different his life was compared to Thomas and Selena.
Same father, totally different worlds.
Thomas and Selena walked around like royalty, while Asher and his mom were still clawing their way through life just to
survive.
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“Can I ask you something?” Jean hesitated a little before going on. I’m worried it might bother you…
“Go ahead, Asher said simply,
“You live with your mom, right?” Jean asked, eyes wide and sincere.
He nodded.
“And your dad?”
Her tone stayed soft, trying not to poke at anything too painful.
Asher didn’t react the way she thought he might. No anger. No sadness.
His expression didn’t even change. He looked like it didn’t matter at all. “Don’t know. My mom’s never talked about him.”
So he never asked.
Once, he had wondered about his father. But now
The word father had long since been filed away in the dusty corners of his mind. It was vague, blurry, and ultimately meaningless
“Do you ever want to find him?” Jean asked gently, trying to steer the conversation in that direction.
She knew that as the protagonist of the story, Asher would eventually discover the truth and return to the Lawson family. She figured she’d just give him a little nudge. Nothing too crazy.
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