Ryan's face dropped. That confident smirk he’d been holding onto faltered, just a flicker but I saw it. I felt it. For the first time, Ryan didn’t know what to say. He looked stunned, and confused, like he didn’t know whether to be offended, defensive, or terrified.
“You don’t mean that,” he finally muttered, but his voice was weaker now, unsure.
I tilted my head slightly. “Oh, but I do. I mean every word.”
He took a step toward me, his hands raised, like that would calm me. Like that would undo everything he’d said.
“Monique, you’re upset. I get it. I expected this reaction, but we can move past it. You always think things through after you cool down. You always come back.”
“No, Ryan. You always counted on me coming back. And you were right… for a long time, you were right. I always
