at me.
“Claire, I think we should finally stop pretending everything is normal.”
I placed Sophie’s knife beside her plate.
Ryan took Vanessa’s hand.
“Vanessa and I are together, and the guest suite is empty, so she will be staying here for the foreseeable future.”
Sophie frowned.
“Is she staying for dinner?”
Nobody answered.
Vanessa gave me a small, confident smile while Ryan slipped an arm around her waist and waited.
That was important.
For months, Ryan had been creating another version of me for anyone willing to listen.
Claire
