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She chewed on her thu to stare out the

“Fine,” I said, cranking up the engine

The short drive back was filled with tense silence; ot no response When we arrived back at her parents’ house, I killed the engine and waited for her to get out Since her accident, Ginger had beenI didn’t even think was possible Tonight, I thought there was a crack in the wall, but how quickly it had been reinforced

“I wish you’d tell me what I did back there that made this happen, so I’d know to avoid a repeat performance”

She ran her hands through her short hair before letting out a forced exhale “It’s not you, Malcolm, not really”

“Not really? What the hell does that mean?”

“It’s h some…issues”

“What issues?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” she snapped

My hands tightened on the steering wheel for a s I wanted to say in response to her, but the only thing I could do is shake h quietly to myself I knee continued down this path, it would lead to an argument I didn’t want to have

“All right,” I said, turning my truck on

Ginger unbuckled her seatbelt, her hand rested on the door handle With another deep breath, she looked over at me “I never thanked you”

“For what?”

“For staying at the hospital with me”

“It’s what you do when you’re concerned about a person” I couldn’t keep the sarcastic bite out of my tone