ASHER
No one is home when I storm into the mansion and by no one, I mean everyone who gives a fuck about Demi; mother and my brothers. I am not surprised to find father home but the surprise kicks in when he isn't in his study but in his bedroom.
Even with the lights turned on, his room has a dark hue to it. I find him on his couch, sipping a glass of chardonnay. The fury simmering inside me erupts like a volcano at the small smile playing on his lips when I barge into his room. He must have been expecting me. He must find everything humorous.
"How could you, father? How could you do such a thing?"
Carefully, he sets his glass down and adjust his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "Do what, Asher?"
"With all due respect, father, playing ignorant doesn't suit you. You know exactly what I am talking about!"
