I shook with anger and shame. Why did Asher have these photos of me on his phone that Coach had taken during that horrible photo shoot?
“I forgot all about those,” Asher said.
“Asher.” That wasn’t a good enough answer. I reached for the door handle. I couldn’t stand to be in the same car as someone who would keep these photos. “Let me out.”
“Cynthia, calm down,” Asher said. Panic rose in his voice when he saw what I was doing.
“Let me out of this car, Asher, so help me –”
He pulled the car to the side of the road as I fiddled with the lock. Once I managed to open it, I popped open the door and exited the car.
We’d stopped at the quiet edge of a park. No one was around to hear us.
Asher hurried around the car and approached me. When I glared at him, he stopped a few feet away.
He
