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?"

head dismissively. "There's no need. She'll

been the

one to reach

who always apologized, and he was used

weather was ominous

making it seem like it was being torn

The doctor said. she might need to stay in the hospital for a few more days for

kept his eyes on Meryl's

then continued, "Her ankle was cut by porcelain shards. The treatment was delayed, so the scar might be permanent, but the bone is fine."

there, looking frail and defeated. Though her soaked clothes had

mark on her pale

have

it, not wanting to affect Meryl. "Mr. Paltrow is still waiting for you," Walter reminded him softly, checking the time. "If you

it. I'm

the bed. "I'm

was about to say something when Chandler's phone

in her sleep, and stepped into the hallway

with you leaving without a word? People will think you

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