Ryan’s POV
The silence that followed Steven’s outburst was razor-thin.
For a moment the whole house seemed to hold its breath.
Ryan stood motionless in the living room, one hand clenched by his side, the other still holding his phone. His jaw flexed once, twice. Then he exhaled.
“You’ve done enough, Steven,” he said finally, voice low but hard. “I think you should leave.”
Steven gave a mocking laugh, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. “Leave? After the welcome I just got?” He looked toward the hallway where Eve had disappeared, a smirk ghosting across his mouth. “I can see she’s fine. And I apologize for accusing you earlier.”
Ryan didn’t answer. He wasn’t interested in apologies that came wrapped in ego. He simply nodded, the gesture small and curt. He didn’t trust his mouth to
