Because of all that, Benton deserved better. She had to go back to the motel and talk to him in person, work this out as boyfriend and girlfriend. Riva would sort things out with Daisy, too, later. They’d figure out where their relationship was going, whether they were still friends, or had become something more, or had ruined everything.
Riva couldn’t see a right answer or a right order at the moment. All she knew was what felt wrong. She kept thinking about Benton, abandoned at the motel, treated like a potential criminal by his girlfriend and her friend when all he’d wanted to do was talk. The stab of sympathy she felt as she imagined him still watching that streaming television show, alone now, felt worse than anything she could summon for Daisy or herself. She just couldn’t do anything else until she figured out what was going on with him.