Raelyn’s pov
I told her about how we met when I was young and he waited for me to be older before we started dating.
“So, this may come out a little blunt. My husband used to help me filter my words, but hey, he’s dead. So…” Ruth started. “But it sounds like that man groomed you.”
“Groomed?”
“Yes.” She scoffed, “he probably knew he’d never be with a woman like you, so he started training you when you were a teenager.”
Training. I didn’t like how that sounded.
I didn’t like how she kept assuming things about the relationship as if it was all so logical. As if anyone with a brain could see what was happening.
It made me feel dumb and foolish.
It made me feel like an i***t for not realizing what kind of man Dylan was.
Ruth tried again, this time sounding a bit nicer. “Some people pre
