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.”

handed it back.

my past self who’d eat anything not

Bryant accepted it back,

back a drink you’ve sipped? You

in even more

“I didn’t realize you two were still so

Bryant shot back in a

the usual banter between them.

“Who cares” Bryant retorted.

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

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face darkened, and he sharply cut

on the brakes, barely stopping before the crosswalk, my heart sour like soaked

on our wedding night, a night he had vanished after a

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

at that moment, Margaret’s offhand comment

between them, feeling like the butt of

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