Ash's POV
I dropped the grocery bags on the counter, exhaling like I'd just run a marathon. My shoulders ached, my head was pounding, and still…I tied the apron around my waist because Alia needed dinner, and that came before everything else.
She was already perched on the dining chair, cross-legged, a math workbook spread open in front of her. Tapping her pencil with that frown of hers.
"Ughhh, Ash, this is literally the hardest thing ever," she groaned, scribbling something and then erasing it so hard the paper almost tore.
"Why do numbers even exist? Like, who made them up? Some dead guy? For what reason?"
I pulled out the vegetables from the bag, setting them on the counter. "Eat first, then I'll help. It'll make more sense when your brain isn't starving."
She ignored that. "Do you know what's crazy? I saw this video where someone said math isn't even real, it's just like… a human invention. So technically if I fail, it's society's fault. Not mine."
