For a moment, he hesitated.
Then he typed:
Grace, you should come to Madison’s wedding. It’ll be good for the boys to see my side of the family.
He frowned.
Too soft.
Too easy to ignore.
He erased it.
Started again.
Grace, you need to come to Madison’s wedding. I want you to see how well I’m doing without you.
He read it twice, a quiet satisfaction settling in his chest.
Then added one more line:
Bring the boys. It’ll be good for them to see what success looks like.
Perfect.
Sharp. Intentional. Meant to sting.
He pressed send.
The message disappeared into a small blue bubble—and Ryan smiled.
In that moment, he believed he had set everything in motion.
He believed Grace would come.
Because hurt people are curious.
