ASHER
I pour myself a cup of coffee, calmly letting the steam curl lazily into the air. I lean back against the counter, take a sip, and only then do I answer.
"I'm not sure why you're asking me, Justin. I'm the victim here. You should be speaking to your wife."
"That's bullshit," he snaps. "Everyone knows you're the one pulling the strings."
"Then everyone's mistaken," I say mildly. "Wouldn't be the first time the masses got it wrong."
I glance at my watch and then at him.
"Look at that. Almost time for my nightly work. I wish you luck, Justin. I'm sure you'll do just fine as a lone wolf. Didn't you enjoy being alone all this while?"
"Asher, please," he says, his voice suddenly cracking. "I have a family. My daughter's starting college next year. Whatever this is—whatever you think I did—don't punish my family for it."
