Rose hadn't expected Ryan to be home.
Lately, though, they kept crossing paths.
For two people who had spent most of their marriage living separate lives, it felt strangely ironic.
The sound of the front door caught Ryan's attention.
He glanced up from the television.
"You've been working late."
His voice was neutral.
"Things that busy?"
Rose didn't answer.
Instead, she looked toward Martha.
"The picture?"
Martha nodded toward the coffee table.
"Mr. Knight has it."
Only then did Rose notice the framed photograph resting beside Ryan's laptop.
She walked over to pick it up.
Before her fingers could reach it, Ryan caught her wrist.
His grip wasn't tight.
Just enough to stop her.
Rose looked up.
His expression gave nothing away.
He
