Maureen felt her heart freeze at his words. Did he have to say such harsh things to her? She had hurt him deeply, yes, but was this his way of retaliating?
"This is your Maureen, Ryan," she reminded him softly, hoping to evoke some semblance of their past connection.
"My Maureen is in the past," Ryan shot back, and before she could respond, he hung up.
Maureen was left holding the phone to her ear, stunned. He hung up on her? Ryan did?
With a trembling hand, as delicate as someone carrying a crate of eggs, she lowered her arm to her side. It was undeniable—it had truly ended between them.
Tears welled up in her eyes, fresh and unrelenting. She had lost him—lost Ryan. Over time, she had come to love him deeply and passionately. How could she possibly let him slip away just like that?