Ryan fell silent.
But the real question remained.
What was he actually afraid of?
I turned to Travis. “You should have told me.”
He nodded immediately.
“You’re right. I thought he’d fix it,” Travis said. “I was wrong.”
Ryan began pacing.
“You don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand?” I asked.
He turned toward me.
“He’s always there.” Ryan’s words came faster. “Your car broke down when you were a teenager? Travis fixed it. Your dad died? Travis helped your mom. Something breaks? Travis can fix it. You need help with Emma? Travis is available.”
His face twisted.
“Every time I can’t be there, somehow HE is.”
Ryan glanced at Travis before looking back at me.
“Sometimes I think you’ve been in love with him this whole time.”
The room fell silent.
Even Ryan seemed stunned by what he’d said.
At last, I understood.
“You’re jealous of him.”
Ryan stared at
