Chapter Twenty Six
I stayed at the Ryker Estates for a couple more weeks, Thomas insisting that my tent was no place for a patient. I merely rolled my eyes, and let him baby me. It was amusing to see how worried and anxious he was all the time. Whether it was bringing me food or water, fluffing the pillow behind my head, or even just letting other people see me. If they said something that offended me, or hurt me, or even brought up my past, he would snarl at them, as if he was a mother protecting her young. “You don’t have to be so protective. It’s just Millard and Anya. There would be no one else who would want to see me.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” I scoffed. “I have no one. It seems like I would have a lot of people around me, but I really don’t. Just people who use me, and hurt me.” “Belie
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