“Oh, right. You know, sometimes it’s easy to forget you’re famous.” “You mean, me signing autographs and taking pictures for almost an hour today didn’t remind you?” “It did, but here”—Lyric’s hand cups my cheek—“you’re just Ryder to me.” Damn. Why do those words affect me so deeply? It’s like they’re reaching into my soul and giving me something I didn’t know I desperately needed.
