Ryley couldn't fathom why Clyde had chosen to say such a thing.
He had reasons for picking this place for their meeting? What reasons?
No matter how hard Ryley tried, he couldn't piece together a plausible explanation.
His brown eyes flickered to the watch circling his wrist, its ticking hands a cruel reminder of the time slipping away.
The memory of the message from the nurse in Japan surfaced unbidden, the words heavy in his mind. She'd promised to FaceTime him if Ciara woke up.
Ciara—his daughter, his entire world—was waiting for him across an ocean, sick and fragile.
And here he was, sitting across from the man who held the power to crush what little stability they had left.
The weight of it all pressed down on him, suffocating and unrelenting. He clenched his fists under the table, his nails digging into his palms as if to anchor himself.
With every second ticking by, Ryley knew he couldn't waste this opportunity.