Wyatt drove on the erratic side from his house to Deirdre’s, which was only about ten minutes. She’d claimed she was okay, but she’d barely been able to speak. He couldn’t help the paths his imagination took, and he envisioned everything from her being gone from the house to chilling on the front steps with his favorite pizza.
His heart bobbed around ins…
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