A Symphony of Scars
He raised his hand, instinctively reaching out to pat my head, just like he used to do to calm me down.
This time, I recoiled in disgust, stepping back without a second thought.
Ryan's hand froze in mid-air. His eyes flickered with confusion as if he were trying to figure something out.
Then, he saw it. My eyes were cold, distant—like I was looking at a stranger.
For a moment, Ryan's hand trembled, and his expression faltered. He stepped forward, trying to get closer, but I quickly shot back, "Mr. Menzie, aren't you worried about Miranda getting upset?"