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.”

country, there aren’t many stores and this late at night, I’m grateful he thought to

9:43 which gives at least two hours

over an hour from my family’s packlands. It’ll be close, but I don’t see any reason why we

feel something heavy beside me. It’s my phone, in the pocket

from Adam. But

name fills me

so much

be

and what he did to my father-and all for what? Because I threatened to divorce him? It seems so petty now, especially if our marriage wasn’t ever valid in the first place.

calls again as I’m holding the phone and it shocks me so much I

or anything like that. But I have no intention of answering. No matter how

feeling, knowing that he’s trying to reach me.

Why?

he possibly want?

driver’s side

phone in my

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