Chapter Ten
It was a long time before either of us spoke—probably only ten minutes, but it seemed longer.
Various parts of my body were talking to me, with nothing particularly good to say. If my doctor had seen me, I don’t think he would have had anything good to say either.
Melanie looked almost catatonic. Now and then, I checked to see if she was still breathing.
Finally, she muttered something.
“What?” I asked.
“My luggage …”
I sighed. “I know. I’m hoping the bus driver or somebody noticed it. You can use my cell to call Greyhound if you want.” I dug the little-used phone from my purse. I’d bought the thing only for emergencies. This seemed to qualify.
While Melanie tracked down the number and made the arrangements, I scanned signs for the next food, gas, lodging exit and pulle
