Carmen watched Liam slip from the truck. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Do you want—”
He slammed the door and ran into the hospital.
I guess he doesn’t want me to come in.
She stared at the closed hospital doors for a moment before pulling away. She drove back to the restaurant to clean out the truck. She didn’t trust her ability to run the truck alone. She definitely couldn’t pretend to be happy and friendly toward strangers.
Her heart hurt for Liam and his family.
She tried not to be bothered that he’d rushed out of the truck without saying much. She remembered all too well what it was like to receive a phone call like that. Instead of wallowing on the sting of hurt, she focused on thinking about how to help. She cleaned out the truck, and since they had plenty of food left because they ne
