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

I’d been craving sour flavors, a departure from my past

back, no further questions

you’ve sipped? You know, that’s not very clean. You could spread all

that logic, we’re in even more danger sleeping in the sam bed

realize you

shot back in a cold

them. Margaret

“Who cares” Bryant retorted.

his wedding night, heard I was

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face darkened, and he sharply cut her

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

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

at that moment, Margaret’s offhand comment

like the butt of

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