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?"

his head dismissively. "There's no

had never been the one

the one to reach out,

apologized, and he was used

was ominous and

the sky, making it

has a concussion. The doctor said. she might need to stay in the

he kept his eyes on

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

defeated. Though her soaked clothes had been

pale face

must have

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,

it. I'm not

by the

to say

in her sleep, and stepped into the hallway to

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

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