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 back. “Too sweet for

from my past self who’d eat anything

Bryant accepted it back, no

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

laughed off her concern. “By that logic, we’re in even more danger sleeping in the sam bed every night, aren’t

I was implying and retorted, “I didn’t realize you two

back in a

the usual banter between them. Margaret snarked

“Who cares” Bryant retorted.

a smile. It reminds me of someone who, on his wedding night, heard I

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Chapter 9

Bryant’s face darkened, and he sharply cut her

brakes, barely stopping before the

absence on our wedding night, a night he had vanished after a mysterious phone call, leaving me.. alone and

Timothy, Bryant’s grandfather, our marriage had begun on rocky grounds, with many

that moment, Margaret’s offhand comment had

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