goodbye and walks toward where Marshall and Ryle are standing.
They begin walking down the street and I watch them in my
rearview mirror. As they turn the corner, I see Ryle glance over his
shoulder and look back in my direction.
I close my eyes and exhale.
The two times I’ve spent with Ryle were on days I’d probably rather
forget. My father’s funeral and spraining my ankle. But somehow, him
being present made them feel like less of the disasters they were.
I hate that he’s Allysa’s brother. I have a feeling this isn’t the last time I’ll be
seeing him.
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