I closed the door behind me slowly. The sound echoed louder than it should have in the quiet of the house. My coat felt heavy on my shoulders, soaked through, the fabric cold against the back of my neck.
Ryan didn’t even pretend to be uncomfortable. He leaned back, resting one arm along the back of the couch, his gaze fixed on me like this was a meeting he’d scheduled weeks ago.Lisa’s eyes flicked to my shoes, then to the floor, then back to my face. The corners of her mouth twitched, as if she were holding in a smile.
The man in the suit cleared his throat. That was the moment I understood.
This wasn’t a conversation. This was an announcement.
“Elena,” Ryan said, not getting up, not softening his voice. “We need to talk.”
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