Lewis

Later that evening…

As Ryan feeds Ian his pasta, I notice her glances at my notebook in the center of the table. I bite my lips to avoid a sly grin. I purposely placed my notebook there before I set the table; I knew it would pique her curiosity. I asked her earlier today if we could talk after dinner tonight, and she stated Ian would skip his bath, allowing us more time to chat. So, she knows the topic of our conversation hides inside its pages, lying mere inches from ...