"Alice, go to him. I'm here with your father." My mom seemed to see through my reluctance. She gently persuaded me, saying, "If anything happens, I'll call you. Our family can't afford any more accidents."
After saying that, my mom turned her head and wiped tears from the corner of her eyes. My dad, lying stiffly beside her, showed no signs of waking up.
Asher seemed to have put a dog collar on me around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe.
I felt uneasy, sitting in the car. It was as if my intuition kept reminding me that something was about to happen.
But I didn't know if it would take place in the hospital or Asher's side.
As I looked at the night scene outside the window, my thoughts ran wild. While praying for a miracle to happen and for my father to be safe, I randomly speculated whether Asher was deliberately deceiving me. I was wavering between affirmation and denial.
I was a little scared when I pushed open the door to a private box. I was afraid that my relationship was all about one-sided demands and intentional deception.
The moment I opened the door, Asher greeted me with a smile on his face. Although he couldn't be considered sober, he walked steadily.