Page 64 of Lying Hearts

The weight of what he’s shared is heavily on him as he introduces himself. “Doug.”

“She’s lucky to have you, Doug.”

He smiles faintly. “I’m the lucky one.” This breaks my heart and I don’t know what to say. He looks at my hands again. “You’ll have to wash those before you catch a cab.”

“They probably wouldn’t stop for this, would they?”

“Probably not.”

I head off to clean up. When I get back, he motions for me to come over. “I called you one. It should be outside any minute.”

“You are so amazing. Thank you!”

He humbly shrugs. “If you don’t help someone who needs it, what good are you? And it was just a phone call. You would do the same.”

I take that in, thanking him again, and walk out of the waiting room, tired and hungry. Shower, you’ve got your work cut out for you…