Chapter 108: Moby

Knocking on the door to the dressing room to keep from startling her, she calls out to come in.

Looking up from her hands, I find she already changed clothes and is back in her hoodie and jeans. It must be eighty degrees outside but I imagine with as little body fat as she's currently carrying around she likely stays cold. When she sees me, she stuffs her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt in an attempt to hide whatever she was focused on before I interrupted.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yeah, I'm just getting my stuff. Do you want to meet me there?"

"No, my car's already at the house. Dax picked me up there this afternoon."

She's confused and doesn't understand this has been my plan since she walked out of the hospital. Well, right after Dax and I got into a screaming match, and he punched me in the face. After that, this became my plan.

She doesn't resist or argue just rises to her feet, grabs her purse and garment bag. I take the dress from her, holding the door open