“…he started taking pictures of me…I didn’t know what to do, so I called Ryke…” She shakes her head and tears splash onto the floorboards. “…I’m so tired…” I hold her to my chest while she begins to cry. I look up at Ryke, and he stares at her with that same look I saw during the screening party. Concern. Dark empathy.
the way that she called ryke bc she knew he would help
