Ryan’s POV
The drive home felt longer than it was, each turn of the wheel tightening the coil inside Ryan’s chest. Night stretched across Bexlin like a bruise, heavy, dark, pulsing at the edges, and Ryan drove through it with a stillness that belied the storm growing inside him.
Kimberly.
His sister.
His blood.
And yet the thought of her name now left a bitter metallic taste on his tongue.
He replayed Tevin’s words in his mind again, the revelation printed clearly in the documents they’d shown him, proof that she had forged his signature, withdrawn the money, framed Eve, and let the world tear into his wife like wolves.
His jaw tightened, knuckles flexing against the steering wheel.
She had nearly ruined Eve.
And for what?
Convenience? Jealousy? Bitterness?
He didn't know yet.
