Chapter 11 Having a Concussion

The rain made it hard for Dalton to see clearly, and before he could make out the license plate, the car drove away.

Lydia caught up with him, umbrella in hand. "Dalton, what's wrong?"

He turned back to her, and she quickly held the umbrella over him, leaving herself exposed to the rain. In that moment, he saw a flash of Meryl's old selflessness in her actions. Meryl used to do such things, too.

Shaking his head, he thought, "Why am I thinking about Meryl? I don't even love her."

Seeing Lydia shivering, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"Do you think Meryl is really serious about calling off the engagement?" she asked quietly.

"Not a chance," Dalton said, pulling her closer.

"Meryl's just trying to get my attention. She can't stay away from me for long."

"But she seemed so angry tonight," Lydia murmured, biting her lip. "Maybe you should call her and see where she went?"

no need. She'll come

been the one to

she was always the one to reach out, no matter

always apologized, and

weather was ominous and

sky, making it seem like it was

spoke softly, "Ms. Stone has a concussion. The doctor said. she might need to stay in the

jaw tightened as he kept

at it briefly, then continued, "Her ankle was cut by porcelain shards. The treatment was delayed, so the scar might be permanent, but the bone is fine." Chandler's face was unreadable, but the cold aura around him was

soaked clothes had been changed, her thin frame

her pale face was

have hurt

and put it to his lips, but before lighting it, he decided against it, not wanting to affect Meryl. "Mr. Paltrow is still waiting for you," Walter reminded him softly, checking the time. "If you

I'm not

the

about to say something when Chandler's

at Meryl, who was restless in her sleep, and

what's the deal with you leaving without a word? People will think you got

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