LIORA
“Are you okay?” Mum asked for the umpteenth time since dinner started.
I still could not wrap my head around the picture I saw yesterday on Evans grave, no matter how hard I try.
Ryder has been calling and I have very well be ignoring. This isn’t the conversation I want to have with him with my family around.
“Liora!” I jerked at Ricky’s loud voice. “Are you sure you are okay?”
“Yeah,” I forced a smile, reaching for my fork. “I just kind of remember a job I didn’t handle at the office before leaving, and I am wondering if that can get me fired.”
“That’s bad,” Mum mumbled, her eyes already turning sympathetic. “Maybe you should call your boss and find him.”
What I need to do is get on the next available flight back to New York and ask Ryder what the f**k is going on! Is he eve
