When Love Breaks by Jack

I couldn’t quite figure out if Bryant was despicable or just pitiful. “So, you’re

worried that the truth about his mother’s death might set him off again?”

“Yeah.” Gary nodded, “The psychiatrist suggested we take it slow and wait

until Mr. Bryant’s feeling a bit better.”

“Okay.” My response was flat, devoid of any emotion.

I’d rather not deal with the Ferguson family’s drama anymore if it weren’t for

Timothy’s dying wish. But then, getting home and thinking about Bryant’s

plight stirred a faint sense of pity in me. That quickly evaporated, however, the

moment I remembered how he yelled at me in the hospital room. That scant

pity vanished without a trace.

I suddenly found myself loathing my inability to be more decisive, hating that I

couldn’t plan things better.

While I was lying on the couch, zoning out in sheer boredom, Christine

suddenly popped by.

opened the door. “Why didn’t you just use your fingerprint

something I shouldn’t see.” Christine

off her heels, and slipped into her

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at me. “Why

at its

laughing at myself.

startled the snake instead.”

poet today.” Christine unscrewed the bottle, moving

smirk, “Too bad I’m lost. Can you spell

today.” I sighed, “I had the evidence

Bryant’s mother’s death and was ready to

shipped off.”

I shared the whole story with Christine in

bitch stays, and now, we’ve

sipped her juice. “But Bryant

curious.

has he ever trusted

she’d have gone on a rant about Margaret’s family tree by then.

was oddly

and saw her eyes