"W-what do you think?"
Anthony sat with his chin resting in his hand, his gaze fixed on Asher as he considered what the younger man had just told him. His expression was unusually serious, and the longer he remained silent, the more uncomfortable Asher became.
Finally, Anthony let out a quiet sigh.
"Are you sure about what you saw, Asher?"
"I mean..." He lowered his head, nervously biting his lower lip. "I hope it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I'm sure I saw Uncle holding something in his hand. He was trying to feed it to that woman."
Anthony's eyebrows drew together.
Something about the situation bothered him, but he couldn't quite determine what it was. Asher wasn't the type to make up stories, especially when it concerned someone he trusted so deeply.
Anthony rose from his seat with a slight groan, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Did you approach the subject with him? Let's not jump to conclusions."
Asher pressed his lips together.
