Mason pushed past him holding his dead phone like evidence in a homicide investigation.

“You embarrassed me.”

I looked directly at him. “No, Mason. I disconnected a service I pay for. You embarrassed yourself by depending on the sister you excluded.”

His jaw tightened.

Then Ryan stepped into the hallway.

He carried the calm confidence of someone who had never truly paid for the damage he caused.

“Em,” he said carefully. “This doesn’t need to become ugly.”

I looked at my parents.

That was when I finally understood.

They hadn’t simply invited him.

They had chosen him.

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