TWENTY-SEVEN
Three hours later, Charlie walked out of the emergency room. She hugged herself against the damp, cold. Her mind was on other things, and not on how she was going to get home. She had apps for both Uber and Lyft. She was certain in her email there was a coupon for one or the other.
“Hey there,” someone said.
Charlie looked up. James stood by his car in the loop. She almost had to blink, just to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. This was one of the last things she expected. She thought for sure he had left. After the way she talked to him, and slammed the car door, she wouldn’t have blamed him for leaving. She would have left, had the roles been reversed. “What are you still doing here?”
“I figured you might need a ride home,” he said. He walked around to the passenger si
