Chapter 9

Knowing Bryant was waiting for me, the last thing I expected was to find someone else in the passenger seat, especially someone who was supposed to hitch a ride, Margaret, sitting there as if she belonged..

I was on the verge of turning around and

Bryant with an outstretched hand. “Kaving, but reason held me back. I approached

Without a word, Bryant handed them over.

I circled the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat, catching Margaret’s stiff and surprised expression. I couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s the big deal? You’re practically Bryant’s sister. Hitching a ride is the least of our worries.”

Then, leaning over to glance at Bryant still outside, I called, “Come on, get in. Timothy must be waiting.”

The drive was eerily silent like we were trapped in a tomb.

Margaret tried to strike up a conversation with Bryant but gave up, probably because it was awkward to turn back constantly.

Sensing my discomfort, Bryant suddenly handed me a bottle. “Mango juice, your favorite.”

took a sip, grimaced, and handed it

my past self who’d eat anything not to waste

it back, no

her tone laced with complexity. “Passing back a drink you’ve sipped? You

we’re in even more danger sleeping in the sam bed every

was implying and retorted, “I didn’t realize you two were still so close, even

Bryant shot back in

the usual banter between them.

“Who cares” Bryant retorted.

who, on his wedding night, heard I was in trouble and left his

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face darkened, and

the

with the bitter realization of Bryant’s absence on our wedding night, a night he had

marriage had begun on rocky grounds, with many

that moment, Margaret’s offhand comment had

them, feeling like the butt

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