Beca stared at her son, as if trying to refuse to believe something she had heard. But the way her brows knitted together made it clear she was struggling to comprehend the things.
Ryan, on the other hand, was growing increasingly uncomfortable. He had expected her to be there, but not seeing her around now filled him with unease. Her words from earlier again came echoing in his mind, refusing to leave.
"Mom, I asked you something. Tell me where Arwen is. You didn't allow her leave, did you?" Ryan asked again, this time with more desperation in his tone that he was trying hard to mask behind his anger.
Beca, however, wasn't surprised by his tone. From the day Arwen broke off the engagement, she knew a day like this would come —when her son would finally begin to realize what he had lost. But even though she had seen it coming, nothing could have prepared her for it.
