Chapter 119
Kimberly’s POV
I was really getting nervous. I got to the restaurant about ten minutes before six. I found a seat in the corner next to the window, watching for the man who said he could help me. I was kicking myself for not getting his name and number yesterday. His grandmother was getting buried today, and it might have slipped his mind. But everything hinged on getting that insulin pen. Every time an SUV passed, my hopes went up, only for the SUV to pass the restaurant.
By five minutes after the hour, I was almost having a full-blown panic attack. Why would he help a stranger out? Why would he even come back here? I didn’t even know if he was staying close by. By ten minutes after six, I was ready to cry. I needed to face the reality that I needed a new plan, which meant
