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Ryan gently guided me to the restroom afterward. Somewhere, he found wet towels and hair ties while I scrubbed frosting from my face in front of the mirror.
“I won’t let anyone disrespect you like that,” he said quietly through the door.
“If Dad were here, he would’ve done the same thing.”
That broke me.
When I stepped out, Ryan’s fists were still clenched from anger, but his eyes looked heartbroken for me.
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