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.”

and enter the store. In this part of the country, there aren’t many

at least two hours until my father’s funeral service.

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

It’s my phone, in the pocket of this hideous hospital gown. I take

But some

fills me with so

so much hurt.

that he couldn’t be honest with me.

I threatened to divorce him? It seems so petty now, especially if our marriage wasn’t ever valid in

as I’m holding the phone and it shocks me so much I fumble my cell.

don’t force him into voicemail or anything like that. But I

describe the feeling, knowing that he’s

Why?

can he possibly want?

side door

the phone in my

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