His expression twisted in shame and gluttony, his words dragging like blades through the dense air. “What I would do to be good enough for you.” “You’re wrong. Whatever you’re thinking right now, you’re wrong, Ryder Nash.” Because I saw it. That same sadness that he fell into sometimes. The grief that he covered with those easy smiles and that casual demeanor. But the thing about me and Ryder was I thought I knew him best, too. Was sure I was the only one who recognized those things. The one who felt the darkness that poured out of him.
