Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 9

Knowing Bryant was waiting for me, the last thing I expected was to find someone else in the passenger seat, especially someone who was supposed to hitch a ride, Margaret, sitting there as if she belonged..

I was on the verge of turning around and

Bryant with an outstretched hand. “Kaving, but reason held me back. I approached

Without a word, Bryant handed them over.

I circled the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat, catching Margaret’s stiff and surprised expression. I couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s the big deal? You’re practically Bryant’s sister. Hitching a ride is the least of our worries.”

Then, leaning over to glance at Bryant still outside, I called, “Come on, get in. Timothy must be waiting.”

The drive was eerily silent like we were trapped in a tomb.

Margaret tried to strike up a conversation with Bryant but gave up, probably because it was awkward to turn back constantly.

Sensing my discomfort, Bryant suddenly handed me a bottle. “Mango juice, your favorite.”

I took a sip, grimaced, and handed it back. “Too sweet for me. You have it.”

been craving sour flavors, a departure from my past self who’d eat anything not to waste it.

accepted it back, no

complexity. “Passing back a drink you’ve sipped? You know, that’s not very clean. You could spread all sorts

“By that logic, we’re in even more

and retorted, “I didn’t realize you two

shot back in

the usual banter between them. Margaret snarked back,

cares” Bryant

rolled her eyes but managed a smile. It reminds me of someone who, on his wedding night, heard I was in trouble and left his bride to

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darkened, and he

slammed on the brakes, barely stopping before the crosswalk,

flooded jn, tinged with the bitter realization of Bryant’s absence on our wedding night, a night he had vanished after a mysterious phone

Timothy, Bryant’s grandfather, our marriage had begun

Margaret’s offhand comment had reopened that wound

looked between them, feeling like the butt of

mouth in panic, looking at Bryant. “You never told Jane? My bad, I