Page 53 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

Unable to meet his gaze, I huff out a breath. “I’m still not great, so please don’t take it personally.”

He angles his index finger beneath my chin and lifts my head until our eyes meet. “Still?”

I nod.

“Maybe you need to see a doctor.”

Gulp.

“I’ll see how I am tomorrow, but maybe. Yeah.”

Jerry kisses me on the temple and cups his hands over my shoulders. “Get better, huh?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

My chest tightens as Jerry walks across the street to the Central Café, likely in search of something for dinner.For one.

Dragging my feet, I continue on my way.

This time, I get what I need from the chemist.

The moment I’m home, I take the paper bag and run to the bathroom. I follow the instructions on the box to the letter and set a timer on my phone for two minutes.

In one hundred and twenty seconds, what I have here, in Sugarloaf, could change forever.

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