Daisy laughed beside him. "Vincent, are you babying her? She's about to become your wife. Surely she doesn't need you to teach her how to catch a ride."
I gave a stiff little smile. Suddenly, I couldn't bring myself to tell him how sick I felt. I looked down at the medicine bag in my hand, its handles biting into my fingers. My hands had gone rigid with cold, almost too numb to hurt.
"All right." My voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.
Vincent's tone softened at once. "Send me your location once you're in a car. And don't cry. We're supposed to be having fun. It'll make Daisy uncomfortable."
I said nothing more and ended the call.
Wind flung snow against me, and tears suddenly blurred the paper bag in my hand. I didn't sit on the curb and call him again through my tears as I had
