IsobelRyle's playful banter faded, replaced by a more serious tone."Let's have a quick breakfast before I take you to this place I've been eager to show you," he suggested, his eyes hinting at a secret.I nodded, curious about what awaited. As we sat in the cafe, the lull in our conversation was broken by Ryle’s question."You're going back home for the school break, right?""Yeah, the plan is to spend it with my mom," I replied, smiling at the thought.Prompted by curiosity, Ryle leaned in. "And your dad?"My gaze shifted out the window, lingering on the bustling street scene while I collected my thoughts. "My dad passed away when I was very young," I murmured, the words coming out in a hushed tone, sharing a part of my history I rarely spoke about.Ryle's expression immediately softened, reflecting empathy. "I'm sorry, Isobel," he uttered with genuine sincerity.I shook my head, offering a small smile. "It's okay, you didn't know."Our order arrived then, breaking the moment. The
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