CHAPTER 3: PATRICK
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“Next stop, the grocery store,” Patrick said as he opened the car door for Annie before loading her items into the trunk.
“You don’t have to,” she said when he got into the car.
“You gotta eat.” He started the car. She’d been quiet ever since she’d mentioned her father.
“I have food at home.”
“Would you rather we stop tomorrow?” He didn’t like sad Annie. Annoying Annie was...annoying but sad Annie broke his heart.
“Yes.” She stared out the window.
He wanted to hold her and make her feel better. It wasn’t s****l. He adjusted his pants. Okay, it was a little s****l, but mostly, right now, he wanted to comfort her. The last few years couldn’t have been easy.
“Where are your other brothers?”
“My oldest brother is in California. Tommy, the next oldest, is
