When I woke up, Dustin Wagner was by my side, telling me I had been out cold for three days. He'd been here every day, so I figured Ernest Collins must have been here too.

He had said he'd come right over when we spoke on the phone.

"Here, have some water," Dustin said, bringing the cup to my lips.

I looked at him, my voice barely a whisper. "Where's Ernest?"

Dustin's expression stiffened a bit. "Drink some water first."

The way he dodged the question sent a shiver down my spine, my throat aching even more. "He didn't come, did he?"

"That's not it," Dustin said, sitting at the edge of my bed. "He was here."

hurt. Had he really taken my previous words to heart and

Dustin tried to joke, seeing

the mood did little to ease

go alone? When did he

worry. If he managed to get you to safety, he can

Before overhearing that

guy to me.

Ernest. It appeared I didn't, not

cup from Dustin, I took a few

Dustin admitted,

though I immediately felt foolish for asking.

reasons. You should hear him out," Dustin suggested

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