There was a hint of forced humor in her smile, a trace of annoyance mixed in as well. She took a shaky breath, flipped her grip to hold Petty’s hand tighter, and said, “Petty.”
The mask she’d dropped revealed a face Petty recognized instantly.
She froze. “Nanette?”
Petty’s heart skipped and she instinctively tightened her hold, her voice urgent. “Nanette, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
She moved to support Nanette’s back, helping her up off the ground, brushing dirt off her dress and skirt.
Nanette winced, taking a breath before shaking her head. “Just banged my knee, nothing major.”
“Here, let me look.”
Petty knelt and gently lifted the skirt to Nanette’s knee. Sure enough, there was a ring of redness blooming across her skin.
Nanette peered down at it. “Really, it’s fine. You were driving slow, so it didn’t really hurt.”
“I’ll take you to the hospital just to be safe.” Petty moved to open the passenger door.
Nanette caught her hand. “No need. It’s just a scrape, not worth a hospital trip. Honestly, I hate that hospital smell.”
“Are you totally sure?”
“Absolutely,” Nanette said, trying to put her at ease. “It’s nothing. Did I scare you?”
She reached out, gently fixing the strand of Petty’s hair that had slipped to her shoulder while Petty was bent over.
“I’m just relieved you’re alright.” Petty glanced back at the apartment building, still confused. “But why are you here?”
It was only eight in the morning. Nanette’s house was nowhere close, and she was already fully made up. That meant she’d have to be up before six. Petty remembered Nanette never liked early mornings.
Leaning on Petty, Nanette walked slowly and explained, “An old friend of mine isn’t doing well, so I came to check up on him.”
So she’d been visiting a friend.

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