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.”

flavors, a departure from my past self who’d eat anything

it back, no further questions asked.

you’ve sipped? You know, that’s not very

logic, we’re in even more danger sleeping in the sam bed every

and retorted, “I didn’t realize you two were still so close, even after all these

back

Margaret snarked

cares” Bryant

a smile. It reminds me of someone who, on his wedding night, heard I was in trouble

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he

before the crosswalk, my heart sour like

wedding night, a night he had vanished after a

begun on rocky grounds, with many questions left

comment had reopened that wound deeper than before.

feeling like the butt of

Bryant. “You never told Jane? My bad,