Joy’s POV
As I open the door, I don’t see mom and Uncle Henry. I step inside and then a figure appears on the stairs, looking down at me.
I lift my eyes to meet Ryan’s. For a while we look at each other without saying anything. The scenario is so familiar, reminding me of our first encounter.
I can see the astonishment in his eyes. Obviously he never expects my sudden return. But within a blink he conceals his surprise and asks causally, “Why are you here?”
His fingers are drumming the handrail and stop as I walk to him.
“To talk with you.”I add, “Peacefully.”
Ryan nods and starts, “I’d like to take back what I said to you. I don’t hate you. I was too angry and I—”
“I know.”I give him a comforting smile and suggest, “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Oh, sure.”Ryan says as he steps aside, “Lad
