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.”

departure from my past self who’d eat anything not to

it back, no further questions

comment, her tone laced with complexity. “Passing back a drink you’ve sipped? You know, that’s not very clean. You

“By that logic, we’re in even more danger

I was implying and retorted, “I didn’t realize you two

Bryant shot back in a cold

them. Margaret snarked

cares” Bryant

It reminds me of someone who, on his wedding night, heard I was in trouble and left his bride to stay

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he sharply cut her off.

on the brakes, barely stopping before the crosswalk, my heart

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

Bryant’s grandfather, our marriage had begun on rocky

Margaret’s offhand comment had reopened that wound deeper

feeling like

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