"I know it's just a show. But the truth is, I'm not playing anymore. Every look, every smiles—it’s all real for me now, and I can't pretend it isn't anymore."
Ryan glanced at his watch; the small hand resting on 6 drew a smile to his lips. It was time. It was time to see her. It had become a routine now, a part of his day he looked forward to with growing anticipation, though he never admitted it out loud, not even to himself. Ever since he started spending more time with Estelle, he has found himself thinking of her often. Too often, maybe. He found himself wondering how someone so sweet had been so wronged by people like Hunter and his mistress. And how could she still manage to have this undeniable sense of gentleness and compassion despite going through so much pain and deceit?
Ryan
