Candy had purchased a sweater at the hotel gift shop, along with a pair of sweatpants. She was still wearing her sandals, the ones she had worn in the hospital after Emily brought them from the ranch. She was exhausted, uncomfortably warm and achy, and she just didn’t feel well. Her hair, she knew, was a mess. She’d brushed it in the airport bathroom as best she could before tucking everything she had into the same plastic bag she’d left the hospital with, stuffed with only her shampoo and toothbrush, along with the prescription she had yet to fill for her pain meds.
Her eyes ached from staring at the clock as she waited for another passport to arrive. She’d missed her flight and was furious when she realized Neil had the passports. Hell, he had everything, but at least Stella had come th
