Chapter 4

Like a torrential downpour, Ryan crashed into my life and left just as abruptly, leaving not a trace behind.

In the days that followed, Oscar launched an all-out invasion of my life. He was everywhere, all the time.

Every morning at exactly 7:00 AM, my doorbell would ring. I would look through the peephole to see him standing there, holding a takeout bag from an insanely popular bakery, wearing an apologetic smile.

"Claire, I got your favorite breakfast."

At noon, the receptionist at my office would lug an obnoxiously large bouquet of imported red roses to my desk. The card…