LIORA
It’s been a full week since I moved back into Ryder’s house, and the arrangement was already starting to frustrate me.
When he convinced me to return, he had made it sound like things would be different. He had talked about us acting like a real couple again, about me being his old lady, about showing everyone where I stood in his life. Yet seven days had passed, and nothing had changed.
He hasn’t taken me out on a single date, brought me to the clubhouse nor show up anywhere with me by his side.
As far as the rest of the world was concerned, I might as well have been invisible.
Standing in the corner of the balcony garden, I bent over a large planter and carefully trimmed away the dead, brown leaves hanging from one of the plants. The poor thing looked like it had been fighting
