More threats

“Don’t worry. Keep eating your food. I’ll answer it. Maybe it’s Dan.” Ryan told Becca, getting up and going to answer the door. A dark-haired, handsome-looking man whom Ryan had never seen before was standing there when he opened it.

“Uh … Hello? I’m looking for Becca.” The man said, sizing Ryan up and down, the look on his face clearly stating that he did not like what he saw.

“Who should I say is looking for her?” Ryan asked, and the guy opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Becca appeared, beaming as she walked up to Ryan’s side.

“Trevor!” She exclaimed.

“Ah, Becca. Thank God! I was so worried. I’m sorry, but I came as soon as I could. How is Emma doing?”

“She’s getting better, considering the circumstances.”

“Hmm, so this is Trevor.” Ryan thought to himself, observing quietly as Becca took Trevor’s arms and latched onto it as though it was the only solid thing that she could find as she was drowning in a very turbulent sea. Trevor looked pleased with the attention he was