“Sweetheart, Asher is inviting us to dinner at his house this evening. It’s his birthday.”
Immediately I heard Asher’s name my hand unconsciously stopped on the grocery bag… because what the f**k!? I don’t want to see that man not after what happened on Thursday…
When David first mentioned the birthday, I hesitated.
“Do we really have to go?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
David shrugged, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Come on, Poppy. It’ll be fun. Just a few friends, some drinks and food… it won’t be a big deal.”
I swallowed hard, already feeling the weight of my reluctance. ‘Fun,’ I thought bitterly. I’m supposed to have fun while seeing him there, looking perfect, like he hasn’t haunted my thoughts for a long time.
“I guess…”
I slipped the red dress David picked over m
