Lawrence knew he didn’t love her anymore, but the connection they’d built growing up together still lingered. Maybe that’s why he found himself being a little more patient with Patti than he used to be.
So when Patti slipped her arm through his, just like she always had, he let her. No fuss, no scene.
“Yeah,” Lawrence said quietly, heading upstairs.
As the three of them walked away, Jackson nudged Theresia with a teasing grin. “So, Teresa, ever think about trying to win Lawrence back?”
Jackson had known Theresia before anyone else cared who she was. He knew more about her than most people did.
Theresia just smiled, shaking her head. Whatever feelings she’d once had for Lawrence were long gone.
Upstairs, Patti ordered all the dishes Lawrence liked best, hoping to impress him. She sat close, her voice soft and sweet. “Lawrence, I remember you love roast duck. Try some and tell me if it’s as good as you remember.”
She pulled the platter over, carefully cutting a piece and placing it on his plate.
But Lawrence barely looked at it before his mind drifted back to Theresia. During those three years together, she hadn’t let blindness stop her from taking care of him in her own way. She rarely cooked, but when she did, the few dishes he loved always turned out perfect, as good as any five-star chef’s.
It was only after Theresia left that Lawrence found out from Susan just how much she’d gone through to get there. All those cuts and burns, learning by trial and error, doing whatever it took because she wanted to make him happy.
He’d always thought she just had a knack for it. The truth was, it had cost her so much more than he ever realized. Being blind meant every meal was a challenge, every dish a victory.
He took a bite of the roast duck. It wasn’t even close. Nothing compared to what Theresia used to make. He set his fork down, suddenly not hungry at all.
Right now, his mind was filled with just one thing.
Theresia.
He needed to see her.
Downstairs, Theresia was saying goodbye to Manley and Jackson. Once they left, she made her way to her car.
She had just reached for the door handle when Lawrence appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

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