Ryan's POV
The clinking of a spatula against the frying pan echoed through the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon mixing with freshly brewed coffee. I should have been calm, enjoying this morning as usual, the simple routine of making breakfast for Emma and Lily while Lily played with her Legos on the counter. But I wasn’t. I was beyond pissed.
Emma still hadn't woken up.
I stole a glance at the clock. 7:15 AM. She had stumbled in late last night, too late, and I had pretended to be asleep, too angry to face her. The image of her sitting across from Adrian in that upscale restaurant was burned into my mind. I had called her when I saw the photo, my heart pounding in my chest, demanding to know where she was. She had kept her voice calm, almost indifferent, only saying she would be hom
