Lily Thompson
The question nagged at me: How did he afford that?
And more urgently… who exactly was Ryan Edwards now?
That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the watch. Even after tucking Isabella into bed and reading her favorite book for the third time, my mind kept circling the same drain.
He said he worked under Theo. That he was just another corporate man trying to get by.
But nothing about that watch said “just another man.”
After cleaning up the kitchen, I found myself lingering in the hallway between our rooms, unsure if I should knock. Ask. Demand. Snoop.
Instead, I went to my room and flopped into bed, dragging the covers up like a shield. But sleep wouldn’t come.
So I opened my journal.
And I remembered.
College. Junior year.
It was raining. Not the romantic kind
