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

the door at the same time.

“Clara,” he said, his voice uncertain.

“Ryan,” I replied neutrally.

He looked different. Smaller somehow, though he hadn’t actually changed physically. The confidence was gone, replaced by something more cautious.

“You look good,” he said.

“Thank you.”

An awkward pause. “I, uh… I wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything. For the continue reading …