Rhea
By the time I made it back to the clubhouse, the sky had already darkened.
I honestly couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. After leaving that street, I'd walked aimlessly until I reached the main road. Eventually, I'd flagged down a commercial taxi, given the driver the clubhouse's address, and spent the entire ride staring out the window.
I kept telling myself to stop thinking about it. But memories had a cruel way of ignoring instructions.
I hated it. I hated that Ryan had taken that choice away from me.
If I'd wanted to see that man...I would've gone looking for him myself.
Instead, Ryan had decided for me. And that hurt more than I wanted to admit.
The taxi rolled to a stop outside the clubhouse gates.
I paid the driver, climbed out, and headed inside without bothering t
