CHAPTER 15: Terry
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Terry felt like he’d just fallen asleep when his doorbell rang. “Go away,” he shouted but it came out a raspy whisper. His throat was dry and he hurt everywhere—his head, his body, even his hair ached. He dropped back onto the pillow. Whoever was there would leave.
The doorbell rang again. He pulled the pillow over his head. It rang again and again and again.
“f**k me.” He stood, swaying a bit as he staggered through his house. “No, f**k you.” He yanked open the door.
Maggie stared up at him, frowning. She looked great—clean and soft and she smelled fresh, unlike him who reeked of sweat.
“Oh, Terry.” The anger on her face faded as she stepped toward him, feeling his forehead. “You’re sick. You need to be in bed.” She grabbed his arm, her hand cool on his h
