I believed him.
Then the terminal doors opened.
Ryan emerged carrying his bag, laughing with a beautiful woman beside him. Her pink suitcase rolled behind them as they walked.
His arm rested comfortably around her waist.
And then he kissed her.
For a moment, I couldn’t move.
“Ryan?”
He turned toward me.
His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance.
“Claire? What are you doing here?”
I looked from him to the woman.
“I brought our daughters. I thought you’d want to meet them.”
The woman glanced at the stroller and gave an uncomfortable little laugh.
“Well, this is certainly unexpected.”
I stared at Ryan.
“Who is she?”
He sighed.
“Someone I met on the cruise. It wasn’t anything serious.”
“Not serious? You were just kissing her!”
“Claire, don’t make a scene.”
The woman shrugged.
“It was casual. Nothing more.”
Ryan spoke as though he were explaining something perfectly reasonable.
