He Gave My Reservation To His Parents—Unaware The Restaurant Was My Brother’s

in the mornings. I’d gotten a haircut—shorter than Ryan liked, but I loved it. I was wearing a dress I’d bought for myself, not worrying about whether he’d approve.

“I feel great, Sarah. Thank you.”

James greeted me with a hug that smelled of starch and expensive cologne. He looked at me, searching for signs of sadness, but found only relief. His protective continue reading …