End it with me," I say again, because apparently once was not enough to make the words feel real. "Is that actually what you are about to do?"
Mia turns, and the look on her face tells me everything before she says a single word. Guilt. Panic. Something worse than both, something that looks a lot like resignation, like she has already started building the argument in her head for why this has to happen.
"Ryan, I did not know you were standing there."
"Clearly." I try to keep my voice level and fail completely. "How much of that did you agree with? Any of it? All of it?"
"I have not agreed to anything yet."
"But you are considering it." It is not a question, and she does not treat it like one, which tells me everything I need to know. "You are actually considering ending things because
