Evie's POV

Ryder looked rough, his eyes were sunken deep into his face, dark circles making him look years older than he was. He stood just inside the door like he wasn't sure he had permission to come any closer.

"You look terrible," I said.

"So do you."

Despite everything, I chuckled. "Why thank you, Mr. Pot calling the kettle black.”

"I try." He took a hesitant step forward. His eyes searching mine. He bit his lips, unsure of what to say. "Evie…” he said, his adam apple bobbed as he ...