Around my neck lays a wedding ring.

In my right hand I hold a hotel room key.

Which one do I pick?

The marriage? The key?

Everything is not as it seems in room one-forty-three.

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Room 143

“How are you holding up?” I ask Caroline as she gets into my truck. 


“Better than Taylor,” she wipes at her nose. “I’m not sure how she’s going to make it through today.”


“It’ll be hard,” I reach over, taking her hand with mine. “But she’ll make it. We do the things we have to, because we have to. The mind and body are extrodanairy things. They get us through the most harrowing experiences and let us heal.”


“I hope so,” she grips my hand with hers. “I wasn’t close to Tay’s mom, but I’m hearbroken for Tay. She’s always so strong, Nash, and she’s broken down a few times. When she does, she leaves, not wanting me to see it.”


“Jameson went over to her house last night,” I drop my little piece of gossip. “He left the shop early.”


Caroline has taken a few days off to help Taylor, so we’ve been making do without her.


Chapter 28