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.

the one to call

was always the one to reach out,

always apologized,

was ominous and

lightning filled the sky, making it seem like

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

kept his eyes

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

looking frail and defeated. Though her soaked clothes had been

pale face was

have

affect Meryl. "Mr. Paltrow is still waiting for you," Walter reminded him softly, checking the time. "If you don't go, they're

it. I'm

the bed.

was about to say something when

in her sleep, and stepped into the hallway to take

"Chandler, what's the deal with you leaving without a word? People will

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