I could see it plain as day—Ryan's eyes were a mess of emotions. His thin lips trembled like he wanted to say something. But he held it all in.

I was just tired. Tired and done.

He knew exactly what I wanted—just a little honesty. I only wished he would stop hiding things from me.

But even if he understood that, he still wouldn't choose to tell me the truth.

Is the truth really that hard to say?

I let out a breath, pushed him away, turned around, and started ...