Ryan didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
The room already felt tight, charged with too many truths forced into the open too quickly. Kimberly stood stiffly near the centre of the living room, her shoulders tense, her hands clenched at her sides as though she were bracing herself against a wind she hadn’t anticipated. Her tears had dried, but the damage they left behind was worse than sobbing , disbelief, anger, and something dangerously close to regret.
Ryan exhaled slowly, grounding himself before he spoke again.
“I’m not in agreement with what Steven did,” he said calmly. “Let’s start there so we’re clear.”
Kimberly folded her arms. “You could have fooled me.”
“I hate what he’s done,” Ryan continued, ignoring the jab. “I hate that he dragged Eve into this. I hate that he we
