(Asher)
I finally put my phone aside and tried to get some sleep. There was no point spending the rest of the night thinking about a decision I couldn't make. My brother had waited years to hear from me, and another few days wouldn't change anything. I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable.
When I woke up, Harlow was already out of bed. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen, opening cabinets and complaining about something. I checked the time and realized I'd slept later than usual. Apparently, my promise to make breakfast hadn't been forgotten.
I got dressed and made my way into the kitchen. Harlow stood in front of the refrigerator wearing one of my shirts, looking through the shelves. She turned when she heard me approaching and gave me a disappointed look. I already kn
