Chapter 8

I expected him to leave after that. He didn't. For two weeks, Ryan rented a room at a motel half a mile from the hospital. Every morning, his truck was parked near the gate. Every evening, it was still there. He never tried to force his way in again. He just waited. Like a soldier standing post outside a position he'd already lost. Torres noticed. "Your not-husband is still out there. He left a letter at the gate this morning." "Burn it." "Already shredded. But Nora — the man looks...