That night at dinner, I could feel Ryan studying Ed like he was solving a puzzle. Ed was charming, funny, and respectful to my mom.
He asked Ryan about his work, listened to his stories, and even laughed at his terrible dad jokes.
By the time we reached dessert, something had shifted. Ryan caught my eye across the table and gave me that half-smile I knew so well.
It was his way of saying, “He passes.”
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