Lena
The morning after felt like a nightmare I could not wake up from. My body ached in the best and worst ways.
Ryan had hung up after yelling and cursing, but he sent messages later saying he was coming home to talk.
I found Ryan in the kitchen, looking tired and pissed. "Lena, what the f**k was that last night? It sounded like... no, I do not even want to think about it."
I touched his arm, forcing myself to sound sorry. "It was nothing, baby. I was just emotional from our fight. Your dad was helping me calm down. I am so sorry. I love you. Let us not throw everything away."
He looked at me for a long time, then pulled me into a hug. "Yeah, okay. But s**t was weird. Dad better not be crossing lines."
I kissed him quickly, trying to feel something normal. But my mind kept driftin
