CHAPTER 43

Leigh stopped Wayne's car quickly when she got to his house. She couldn't help but glare at the young man, who was still unconscious in the shotgun seat, as she slowly removed his seatbelt.

"Should I really just leave him here in the car?" Leigh couldn't help but ask herself that. "If I leave him here, does that mean he will sleep in that position? "Can he really sleep like that?" she questioned herself softly. “Sitting upright for an extended period must be uncomfortable. He might wake up with a stiff neck or aching back," she added. She's not bad enough not to worry about the young man and just let Wayne here.

Leigh's mind raced, considering her options.

'It's not that I'm worried about him too much, but he might not be able to work properly when he gets back pain tomorrow, right?

“Perhaps I could bring him a pillow and a blanket," she murmured, the words almost lost in the empty car. However, just as quickly as the idea emerged, she dismissed it, shaking her head in