“I should go,” Ryan muttered softly, and before I could challenge him on why that wasn’t necessary, he turned around and ran down the steps. It was fine. I didn’t care that it felt like my heart had lodged itself in my throat or how hurt slammed so hard into my chest I nearly fell back. I didn’t need people in my life who didn’t want to be there, or who didn’t understand that shared custody was a complicated mess, something that required grace and a whole lot of patience.
