Chapter 2 - Ryan Steps Into The Kitchen and Blames Me
The heavy footsteps echoed down the tiled hallway before my husband even reached the kitchen threshold.
Ryan appeared in the doorway, his tie loosened around his neck and his expression carved from pure exhaustion.
He took in the scene of his mother holding Noah’s arm and me standing defensively between them.
“What is going on in here? Why are you two shouting before I can even take off my coat?” Ryan demanded loudly.
Linda immediately dropped Noah’s arm, her face twisting instantly into a mask of pathetic martyrdom.
“I only came to visit my grandson, Ryan, but your wife accused me of terrorizing him,” Linda sobbed convincingly.
Ryan turned his sharp, disappointed gaze away from his mother and fixed it entirely on me.
“Why do you always have to start a fight the moment I walk through that front door?” Ryan snapped angrily.
May you like
I stared at him, realizing in that single heartbeat that his script had already been written long before tonight.
***
Related Stories
