“Carla.” He reached across to touch my cheek. “I don’t deserve you either.”
I took his hand and squeezed it tight. “That’s not true.”
We never talked about Ryan’s mom or what happened to her. She’d died in a car accident when he was seven due to a known problem with the airbags. The car company should have recalled the cars long before the accident, but they’d decided it wasn’t cost effective. Many people had died because of their greed, and Ryan’s father became involved in a long, drawn-out battle with them for years with the other families. In the end all they got was a settlement. I wanted to do my part to prevent something like that from happening ever again.
The worst part was that Ryan had been in the car with her. He claimed to not remember the accident, but I knew it must weigh
