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?"

shook his head dismissively. "There's no need. She'll come

the

always the one to reach out, no

the one who always apologized, and he was used to

weather was ominous and

filled the sky, making it seem like it was being torn

concussion. The doctor said.

tightened as he kept his eyes on Meryl's

The treatment was delayed, so the scar might be permanent, but the bone is fine." Chandler's face

and defeated. Though her soaked clothes had been changed,

slap mark on her pale face was stark and

must have

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 don't

it. I'm not

by the bed. "I'm staying

about to say something when Chandler's

sleep, and stepped into the

through the phone. "Chandler, what's the deal with you leaving without a word? People will think you got whisked away by

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