NATALIE

Ryker and I came back home. He held my hand throughout the way and let Jake drive the car. He didn’t say anything else so I was worried about him. His pain jabbing my insides at intervals didn’t let me speak either.

Just as we enter the house, he leaves my hand and climbs the stairs. My eyes follow him until he disappears out of sight. Sucking in a sharp breath, I follow him to the first floor, wanting to find out what he is about to do now.

I am reluctant to go inside the room Britney and Ryker shared but I can’t leave him alone.

He stands in the middle of the room and stares at the wall behind the bedpost. I gulp, watching him for what seems like more than five minutes.

“ Do you want to talk about it, Ryke? ” I whisper.

Ryker turns to look at me and nods. Getting the message, I stroll to him slowly. He grips my hand when I stop right in front of him.

“ We need to get rid of everything in here. I can’t stand anything she touched. ” He tells me, his tone betraying the inner