Divorced, Betrayed, and Ready to Ruin Them

I sprained my ankle while we were out shopping. My brother cut his finger.

When Nellie Winfield got there, she went to him first.

I sat in a chair by the pharmacy door and watched her crouch on the floor, cradling my brother's hand while she dabbed on iodine.

"Does it hurt? How were you so careless?"

My ankle was swollen too much to fit my shoe.

Ten minutes later she came over and handed me a bottle of water.

"I'll take your brother home first. That cut needs a dressing or it could get infected. Wait here ten minutes and I'll come right back for you."

I waited forty.