Chapter 211

“I’m sorry if my stuff appears to be junk to you,” she snapped, the sting of insult echoing through her voice. “Not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouth. Some of us actually had to work for what we have.”

The tears fell down her cheeks unchecked as she turned and opened the door to the room, slamming it hard behind her as she left. Creighton called after her, but she refused to stop. She was too angry to speak to him or to listen. And to think she was worried he wouldn’t be there when she got back.

Sandra ran to the side of the motel and down the dirt alley, behind the building to the familiar road that led toward the opposite end of town. She was confused and mad, though she wasn’t sure which was stronger. Creighton’s mood made her think he was having second thoughts about their marriage. Perhaps it wasn’t just the way she had blown up at him last night. Perhaps he was regretting getting her pregnant. He kept asking her how she felt about it. Maybe he was trying to c