Breathe

It takes me a good hour to calm down, to stop the sobbing and to dry my face.

There’s no hiding the fact that I was crying, though, and the fact that I’ll have to explain that to Vance and Declan makes my stomach turn.

We head back downstairs, Ryker’s hand in mine and my coffee in his other hand.

Vance does a double take from where he’s making breakfast, his eyes turning angry. “What’d he do?”