Carter took me to the doctor and seemed relieved when he confirmed that I hadn't hurt my tendons.

When I came out of the hospital, Carter offered to drive me. I refused his kind offer, but he insisted on driving me back anyway.

We went back to the apartment together.

Adam was not home tonight and Carter seemed more at ease.

He helped me into the room and his eyes took in the surroundings.

Worried that Carter would see the signs, I gave the eviction order, "Mr. Carter why don't you go back to the hospital and see your fiancée."

"Like I said, she's not my fiancée anymore." He said...