Ryan set down the coffee. “You know he’s going to come back.”
“Let him.” I picked up the cup. It was perfect. “I’ll be ready.”
The ring mark was gone. But the scar underneath—the one no one could see—was just beginning to heal.
Ryan set down the coffee. “You know he’s going to come back.”
“Let him.” I picked up the cup. It was perfect. “I’ll be ready.”
The ring mark was gone. But the scar underneath—the one no one could see—was just beginning to heal.