On the Run p. 38

A couple of hours had passed, and after an update and briefing to the entire group, Tucker headed down to the river.  Ann had left earlier that morning and not returned.  She always seemed to escape back to nature, and he had a hunch he knew where to find her.  He brought out with him an old blanket and pillow, as well as some of the leftovers from lunch.

After seeing the surveillance footage of her apartment that morning, he better understood why she couldn’t let her food go to waste the other night.  Her cupboards were so bare.  In fact her entire apartment was bare.  She had to be starving, but she never complained.  She just rolled with the punches, and he felt like a jackass for not bringing her food sooner.  He knew she hadn’t eaten since they left the day before, and who knows when she had eaten on her own before that.

He found her just as expected, curled up on the river bank.  She turned when she heard him, and gave him a welcoming smile.

“Hi” he said.

“Hi yourself” she replied.

“I brought you some lunch, late.  And it’s a bit chillier up here, so I brought a blanket.  Unless, of course, you want to return to the house with the rest of us?”

“I just needed some time to think.  Some space to think clearly.  I wasn’t trying to be rude…”

“You’re just fine.  You can do as you please.  Just know you’re invited.  You don’t have to hide out.”

“Got it.”

“I brought you some lunch.”

“No thanks.”

What?  She had to be hungry.

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