both know.”
“You could have talked to me!”
Neither of us answered.
Ryan looked from one woman to the other, waiting for an argument, an apology, anything he could fight against.
He got nothing.
For once, Ryan was the only person at the table who had no idea what came next.
“You were right,” I said. “I needed to change.”
For one second, hope flickered in his eyes.
Then I picked up my purse.
“I just didn’t need to change for you.”
Hannah and I exchanged a glance.
Then we
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