Ryder's POV
I knew something was up with her since the moment our tour had started. I was aware that she was married, and I'd heard rumors about her getting separated. I had my trustworthy sources.
But when I watched her walk out of the room with the phone clutched in her hand so tight, that it made her knuckles go white, I knew it was a personal issue.
She wanted her privacy, and I respected that. But since I've confessed my feelings and she did too, my logical brain wanted to check out the situation with her. I wanted to know what was going on and maybe offer comfort and support if necessary.
"She's got a husband, right?" Dylan, slumped on the couch had asked.
"That's what I heard, too, but I can't be too sure," I said, leaving room for a change of information.
My eye
