Diana picked up Ryan's phone. The days were running pretty fast, and it was almost hard to believe that she'd spent a month with Ryan, which was enough time to know his every move.

Like always, he was back from wherever he went, and he was in a really bad mood. Without a word to Diana, he walked into the bath and in a second, she heard the shower turn on. She continued to have her dinner until her eyes landed across the small table where a small, dim light seemed to appear. A phone.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A way home, she thought and immediately picked it up,...