“If Ryan still hates me,” she said quietly, “I understand.”
The phrase didn’t fit any of the scenarios he’d imagined. Did he hate her? If she’d been an ex, maybe. If she’d broken his heart, maybe. But then, why get her face tattooed on his shoulder?
“How do you know him?” I asked.
A sad smile crossed her face. “I met him a long time ago.”
That wasn’t an answer. Before I could ask any more questions, he stood up.
“I should leave.”
“Wait.”
“Who are you?”
For a moment I thought he might finally explain. Instead, he shook his head.
