Chapitre 64: Chapter Sixty Four

"Asher? Where are you? There's somebody in the house," she said, hearing the quaver in her voice.

"It's me." he said.

"But—what are you doing?" she asked clearly confused.

"Sitting on the living room sofa," he answered, the simple sentence sounding provocative.

She stared down the hall, still unable to see him. "If you're in the living room, why are you calling me?" she asked.

"Ermmm, sometimes people can communicate better on the phone than they can in person." he said.

She felt the air whoosh out of her lungs.

"Are we having trouble communicating?" she asked. She asked.

"Well, there are things I want to say to you. That I wish I had said to you. But I find my tongue getting all twisted up," he said.

She'd had similar feelings. "You do?" she whispered.

"Yeah." he breathed said.

He didn't continue, and she desperately wanted to find out what he meant.

"What can't you say in person?" Kimberly asked.