“I’ve a lot on my hands.” He says to me, shaking his head. “I’m not the guy you want, Madeleine.”
“Why?” I cross my arms over my chest. “Enlighten me, Ryan.”
Two green eyes meet mine, sad and full of years of suffering. “I have kids at home, three of them. My siblings, I’m their legal guardian. They are, and will always be my full priority.”
Well, how those turns have tabled