He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 15

The suit jacket was a deep brown, a color Lawrence had never owned in his life. There was no way it belonged to him.

A strange uneasiness twisted inside him. He didn’t love Theresia. He told himself that feeling this way was just some kind of possessive reflex. She was his, and no one else had any right to her.

He looked over at Theresia asleep on the bed, and the pressure in his chest only got worse.

More than once, he almost woke her up to demand an explanation about the jacket. But every time, he stopped himself.

It was already noon by the time Theresia woke up, her stomach growling. She shuffled out of the bedroom and called out, “Susan, I’m starving. Is there anything to eat?”

But it wasn’t Susan who answered.

“Susan’s out. What do you want to eat? I’ll make something.”

Theresia stopped in her tracks, turning toward his voice. “Why are you home?”

She really hadn’t expected to see him here. Shouldn’t he be with Patti right now? Why would he come back home... unless...

A cold feeling crept up her spine.

“I need to talk to you,” Lawrence said. He paused for a beat. “But first, answer me something.”

She heard his footsteps coming closer until he was standing right in front of her. “Whose jacket is this?”

He was holding up a man’s suit jacket. Suddenly, she remembered.

But why was he making such a big deal out of something so minor?

There was only one explanation, she thought. He just loved to play the role of the jealous husband.

Theresia didn’t look great, and her answer was half-hearted at best. “The taxi driver let me borrow it this morning. I forgot to return it when I got out.”

Lawrence’s face darkened, his eyes turning cold.

He’d seen the label on that jacket. Custom-made in Italy. There was no way a taxi driver would own something like this. His first reaction was to think she was lying.

She was stubborn because she hadn’t pushed Patti. Why should she apologize for something she didn’t do? Patti had set up the whole scene, fooling everyone. If they wanted to play along, fine. But she refused.

Theresia’s voice was icy. “Because that’s just the kind of vicious person I am. You’ve known that since day one, haven’t you?”

Lawrence’s anger boiled over. “Theresia, don’t go too far.”

A sharp pain hit her chest, as if her heart had been cracked wide open.

Who was really going too far here?

Patti was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, Theresia had been slapped, insulted, and almost lost her child. And now Lawrence wanted her to apologize? For what?

Her throat tightened. She wanted to ask him why he was treating her like this, wanted to scream at him, ask if she really deserved all this. But the words just stuck inside her, drowned out by that familiar, crushing sense of helplessness.

To Lawrence, she would always be the one left behind, the one no one ever really saw.