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.”

and handed it back. “Too sweet for me. You have

from my past self who’d eat anything not to

back, no

couldn’t help but comment, her tone laced with complexity. “Passing back a drink you’ve sipped? You know, that’s not very

laughed off her concern. “By that logic, we’re in even more danger sleeping in the sam

retorted, “I didn’t realize you two were still so close, even after all

Bryant shot back in a

the usual banter between them. Margaret snarked back, “Jealous? Why

“Who cares” Bryant retorted.

It reminds me of someone who, on his wedding night, heard I was in trouble and

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darkened, and he sharply cut her

barely stopping before the crosswalk, my heart sour like soaked in lemon

bitter realization of Bryant’s absence on our wedding night, a night

begun on rocky grounds, with

moment, Margaret’s offhand comment had reopened that wound

like the

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