***TRICIA***
“It’s been three days since Blake left, no words from him till now,” I complained to Ryker, burying my face in the palms of my hands. “I still can’t fathom how I didn’t see this part of him before marrying him.”
He sat quietly in the chair opposite me — silent, but the warmth in his eyes told me he understood. That alone gave me a bit of comfort. Then he muttered,
“You have to endure. I’ll try and talk to him.”
His words came out cold, but I understood — he’s always been that way since we were kids. Everyone thinks he’s distant when, in truth, he just hides how deeply he feels.
“Let me get you a cup of water,” I muttered, trying to break the heavy silence between us. I straightened and took a few steps, but suddenly my vision began to blur.
“It’s just stress,” I told mys
