“You scared me to death.”
Donald awkwardly shrugged in the kitchen.
“She told me not to call you.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“You let me spend a week terrified?”
“She said you were happy with your new guy,” he muttered.
Typical Donald.
Always choosing the easiest path.
“She told me not to call you.”
Ava wiped her eyes.
Then she explained everything.
A few days before she disappeared, she overheard Ryan talking on the phone about “wanting a family again.” Combined with the box and the deleted footage, she’d convinced herself Ryan was going to replace her.
That nearly broke me.
Ryan stepped forward carefully.
“You never let me explain.”
After a long silence, Ava finally nodded.
That nearly broke me.
***
Back home later that night, Ryan spread everything from the box across the living room table. Ava quietly looked through every item while my boyfriend explained who his daughter had been.
By the end, my daughter was crying silently.
Then she picked up one drawing and looked at Ryan carefully.
“Can I keep this one?”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling softly. “I think she would’ve liked that.”
That was the moment something finally shifted for me.
Not because Ryan was perfect.
But because he stayed patient through every reason, we gave him not to.
“Can I keep this one?”
