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.”

I’d been craving sour flavors, a departure from my past

accepted it back, no further questions asked.

her tone laced with complexity. “Passing back a drink you’ve sipped? You know,

logic, we’re in even more danger

you two were

back in a cold

the usual banter between them. Margaret snarked back, “Jealous? Why would I

cares” Bryant

her eyes but managed a smile. It reminds me of someone who, on his wedding night,

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darkened, and he sharply cut her off.

before the crosswalk, my heart sour like

on our wedding night, a night he had vanished

by Timothy, Bryant’s grandfather, our marriage had begun on rocky grounds, with many questions left

that moment, Margaret’s offhand comment had reopened

like the butt of a joke.

Bryant. “You never told Jane? My bad, I