When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 32

About fifteen minutes later, the car slowly rolled into the driveway.

“We’re home, Bryant, I announced as I opened the car door.

Unexpectedly, the man beside me, who was out cold from drinking, slumped toward me as I opened the door.

I frowned, bracing myself to hold him up. “Can you stand up on your own?”

But I got no response.

Left with no choice, I had to wake Emma, who was sound asleep, to help me get Bryant back into his room.

“Mrs. Ferguson, do you need help?” Emma asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“No, it’s fine. Go back to sleep,” I replied, feeling sorry for disturbing Emma’s rest.

After Emma left, I struggled with the nausea from Bryant’s alcohol fumes as I bent over to help him out of his shoes and tie, then straightened up to head downstairs. But as I turned to leave, I found my hand suddenly gripped in his.

mumbled with

he was calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where they called each

“Bryant, look at me. Do

wasn’t cooperating, turning away from my attempts and pulling my

I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously.

even love Jane. Must be tough,

the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly

foolish anymore.”

He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a

eyes

elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me,

Chapter 32

I

couldn’t make out, probably thinking I

my hand and went

tended to wake up in the middle of the night after

he’d wake up the next day without

I had moved out

I fished the softened ingredients out of the boiling pot, I finally realized what