[Ryder]
"Dylan right?" I asked staring at the young man in front of me. The way his breath hitched, his eyes darting around the room.
"Who...who are you?" He asked and I tilted my neck to the side, my jaw clenching hard.
"Do you really not know or you're pretending not to?" I asked, my jaw clenching hard as I tried to push out the image of the state I found Jersey in.
I watched as he tilted his neck, his chest heaving. "You're...you're the man, I mean...the other day... you..,"
"I'm waiting," I snapped. I leaned a bit closer to him, making sure he could see me clearly.
"The man who came to pick Jersey the other day." He said, his lips wobbling.
I gave him a firm nod, resting back on my seat with my hand folded across the other.
"So do you mind explaining what exactly happened that
