It was him.

Daniel's eyes trailed down at the shining ruby in Arwen's finger. "You know that day at the hospital, Ryan rushed down for you. But he was a little late. You were gone already. If not, you might have seen his worry-stricken face. He was really worried for you," he said, and Arwen followed his gaze to her finger. 

Her brows furrowed. Wearing this pretty Foster heirloom had become a habit, but how did she forget that she no longer holds the position to wear it? It was meant for the daughter-in-law of the Foster family —Ryan's wife. 

Arwen's eyes dimmed as she reached to remove the ring from her finger. "We have been over for a long time. I just never fully realized it until I pieced together the entire story myself," she said, looking up at Daniel. "I don't doubt your words. Ryan may have rushed you to help me, but he was too late. Not just that day, but in every possible situation, whether in the past or the future. Because I am gone —I have moved on."