Rhea
I took a bite of my pasta, chewing slowly as I watched the man sitting across from me.
Or rather... The man staring blankly at his untouched food.
Honestly. Why had I even bothered bringing him here if he was just going to glare at his plate?
I swallowed before setting my fork down. "Why aren't you eating?"
Ryan blinked as though he'd forgotten where he was. His eyes drifted from the table to me. "I'm just... not really hungry."
He reached for the glass of water instead, taking a slow sip.
I sighed inwardly.
That answered my question. He wasn't okay. Not that I expected him to be.
The image of Travis's motorcycle engulfed in flames replayed in my head, making my stomach twist.
I had seen fear before. But nothing compared to the fear I'd felt watching someone I knew trapped o
