Stuck With You
The dam of my composure finally breaks and the tears I’ve been holding back spill over.
“Why Betty? Why now?" I sob, my voice muffled by the fabric of the steering wheel. I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have come here at all. The rain seems to mock my misery, the relentless rhythm a cruel reminder of my predicament. I’m stranded, alone and utterly helpless. After a while, I wipe my tears away, my face feeling raw and swollen. I have to make a decision fast. I could stay here, huddled in my car, hoping for a miracle. Or, I could go back to the cabin and beg Hunter Graham to let me spend the night, even if it means swallowing my pride. The thought of going back to him fills me with a m
Capítulos em Alta