LIORA
Humming to a music, playing out softly through the music box, I flipped the egg in the pan. My eyes drifted to my phone lying on the counter, and I wondered why Ryder had never called me since I left his house, nor has be responded to my messages.
“It smells nice in here.” Ricky mused as he walked into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the island stools.
Chuckling, I dished the scrambled egg and placed the plate in front of him before settling down.
Reaching for his fork, he took a few bites before turning to me. “You look happier.”
Because I am happier… I found Evans, so I have every reason to be happier.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean by what’s going on?” I asked, shrugging, “I guess the therapist is really doing his job well.”
Pushing his plate away, he folded h
