After Three Years: She Wakes Up
It’s not like my marriage isn’t already over.
By the time we were done touring the site, we were both exhausted and starving. After a quick, early dinner at the fish market on Pier 39, Ryland drove me back to my apartment, where his own sedan was waiting. “I’m so glad you’re here, Ariana.”
As he opened my car door for me, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around my old friend. “Me too, Ryland. Thank you for everything.”
After he handed me my keys, he promised to see me the next day, and as I watched him drive away, I pulled my phone out of my purse and turned it back on.
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