"Did Ryder really keep everything to himself? I specifically told him to share with both of you."
John nodded, he relived the moment Ryder swooped in and claimed all the treats.
Five years had passed since their trip, but the memory of the great cookie heist remained etched in John's mind. He had spotted the enticing packet in Ryder's bag and reached for a cookie, only to have his hand halted mid-air as Ryder burst into the room.
Just as John's fingers wrapped around the treat, Ryder swooped in, plucking the cookie from his grasp and returning it to the packet.
"Why can't I have one?" John protested, irritation flickering across his face.Ryder's response was nonchalant. "They're mine."
Little did John know then that Thea had lovingly baked those cookies, making Ryder's possessiveness all the more laughable in retrospect.
Thea asked playfully, "Don't you believe me?"
