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.”

the country, there aren’t many stores and this late at

9:43 which gives at least two hours until

family’s packlands. It’ll be close, but I don’t see

comfortable, and I feel something heavy beside me. It’s my phone, in the pocket of this hideous hospital gown. I take it out and see a slew of missed calls.

are from Adam. But some are from

me with so many conflicting emotions.

so much hurt.

couldn’t be honest with me.

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

phone and it shocks

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

knowing that he’s trying to reach me.

Why?

he possibly

side

shove the phone in my pocket.

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