Wanted by Her Lost Love

panic.Behind her Ryan was silent. Disturbingly so. Thenwhen he spoke there was an odd, strained tone tohis voice.“I’m going out to have your prescriptions filled. I’llpick us up something to eat. When I get back, I wantyou to be packed.”His footsteps were heavy on the floor and then thedoor shut quietly behind him.She sank onto the tattered recliner and massagedher forehead. Two days ago she had a plan. A goodplan. She had everything mapped out. Today shehad no job, her health was suspect and her ex-fiancéwas pressuring her to go back to New York with him.It made her cringe, but she realized she wasgoing to have to call her mother. She’d once swornshe’d have to be dying to ever ask her mom foranything, but right now that seemed the lesser of twoevils.“What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger,right?” she muttered.Lame. So lame.Still, she picked up the phone, drew in a deepbreath and called the last number she had for her