Ryan stroked her lips tenderly, with a depth I had never seen in his eyes before.
Sarah shoved him away, her lip bleeding.
“You bit me, you dog! Get lost.”
Seeing someone recording, she laughed.
“Don’t film this. If Emma sees, she’ll misunderstand again. It’s her birthday today—we promised to wish her well.”
“If she gets jealous, we’ll all be in trouble.”
Ryan didn’t deny it, twirling her hair between his fingers as if to agree.
Just as I typed a response, the video was deleted.
I called to demand an explanation but got nothing but excuses.
“Didn’t I book a restaurant to apologize? Go first, honey, I’ll be there soon.”
I forced a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling voice.
“You didn’t see the message I sent you?”
Ryan sounded confused. “What message?”
A bitter laugh escaped me, my heart clenching tight. Even a breakup message could be ignored when love was gone.
I was about to speak when a woman’s voice came through the phone.
“Honey, something came up here. Gotta go.”
Then the line cut.
Since he hadn’t seen it, I would say it face-to-face.
I put on some makeup and headed to the restaurant Ryan had booked for the fireworks show.
“Hello, do you have a reservation?”