Brian stops at a Walmart.

He parks the car. “I’d tell you to come in with me, but I think the backless hospital gown is going to get some odd looks.” He grins. “Maybe even get you arrested. Indecent exposure and all that.”

I laugh. “I wasn’t thinking about clothes when you wheeled me out of the ward. But, yes. I need some. I can pay you back.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t mention it.”

His

gaze

rakes me from head to toe, like he’s seeing beneath this thin cotton gown. I hold my breath.

“Keep the truck running,” he says. “And the doors locked. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

In this part of the country, there aren’t many stores and this

9:43 which gives at least two hours until my

be close, but I don’t see any reason why we wouldn’t make

I feel something heavy beside me. It’s my phone, in the pocket of this hideous hospital gown.

Adam. But some are

name fills me with so many conflicting

so much hurt.

be honest

to divorce him? It seems so petty now,

and it

watch the screen blink silently. I don’t force him into voicemail or anything like that. But I have

describe the feeling, knowing that he’s trying to

Why?

he

driver’s side door

phone in my pocket.

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