Debbie
He was giving me a black card?
Like I should take it, not even borrow it?
“What’s… Rex, no, no, no. I… I can’t,” I stuttered. “Thanks, but… no. Please. No. I don’t need… I don’t need this.”
He smiled. A smile that was barely there. “Debbie,” he called calmly. “You do need it. Please take it.”
“Take it, Debbie,” River chipped in. “Rex hardly shares his things with anyone, but when he does, it’s a blessing.”
I was still hesitant. A f*****g black card, given to me? Just like that?
No way.
But then… yes, way. I mean… as strange as it was, the treatment I was receiving — I… I wasn’t complaining. It was welcoming. Almost making me feel like these people cared.
“Thank you,” I whispered, looking intensely at Rex.
He batted his lashes softly in response.
My gaze shifted to the oth
