RYDER'S POV
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The moment we sat down, it was charged energy. Tori's dad stares at me with tense, narrowed eyes. Her mother is staring at her, and it's a criss cross fraught moment of neither one of us speaking or making a sound.
"I'm sorry," Victoria cracks under the pressure of their intimidating gaze. She's taut as a bowstring, shoulders pulled back as if she were tied up, and not in the good way.
"For what?" I ask her, daring to drag my gaze away from her father to pin her with a disapproving look. Tori stares up at me, eyes big and bright, a little shiny as if she wanted to cry. I lean in, draping my arm over the back of her chair and whisper into her ear.
"You did nothing wrong," I tell her. Her head tilts towards me, as if she couldn't hear. I was about to repeat myself when sh
