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.”

big form cross the parking lot and enter the store. In this part of the country, there aren’t many stores and this

clock says 9:43 which gives at least two hours until my father’s funeral service.

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

seatbelt to get more comfortable, and I feel something heavy beside me. It’s my phone, in

Adam. But some are

his name fills me with so many conflicting emotions.

much hurt.

that he couldn’t be honest with

threatened to divorce him? It

holding the phone and it shocks me so much

force him into voicemail or anything like that. But I have no intention of answering. No matter how many times

describe the feeling, knowing that he’s trying to

Why?

can he possibly

driver’s side door

shove the phone in my pocket.

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