Ex-husband’s Regret
Ignoring it, I got into my own car and was about to start it when Gary knocked on the window with a smile on his face.
He had always been kind to me, and I shouldn't harbor resentment toward him because of Ryan.
I lowered the window. "Gary, what's up?"
"Good morning, Mrs. Frost," Gary greeted me politely. Then, with a slightly awkward but polite smile, he continued, "Well, I might have run over a nail earlier, and my tire is flat. Could I hitch a ride with you? It's really hard to get a cab during rush hour..."
I chuckled softly. "Sure, get in."
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