He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 38

“You know what? Theresia left you, and you had it coming. I didn’t kill your child, you did. Don’t even try to blame me for your mess.”

Patti was seething. She had come here hoping Lawrence would use his influence to handle the media storm, but instead, he was dumping all the blame on her.

She let out a sharp scoff and spun around, walking out.

Now the room was empty except for Lawrence. The ache in his chest wouldn’t let up, not even with the alcohol burning in his veins. Everywhere he looked, there were reminders of Theresia. No matter if his eyes were open or closed, all he could see was her sweet, delicate face.

His heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

He missed her. He missed her so much it hurt to breathe.

His eyes landed on a glass container not far away. He crawled over, clutching it tight to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

This was his child. The child he and Theresia had created together. The only thing she’d left behind for him.

Lawrence broke down, the sobs tearing out of him until he could barely breathe.

He’d always treated Theresia like she was just there for his convenience, someone to use. It wasn’t until she left that he realized how much she’d meant to him.

Three years side by side, and somewhere along the way, he’d fallen for her. He just hadn’t wanted to admit it.

She was everything good in his world, so bright and beautiful it almost felt unreal. And he’d been too blind, too careless, letting her down over and over.

He kept thinking about how she must have felt when she found out their marriage was a lie, just a setup from the start.

How much pain did she hide, watching him and Patti acting close?

How crushed was she when he ditched her on her birthday to be with another woman?

Every single thing he’d done was another blow, another piece of her hope dying.

He deserved everything that happened to him. Honestly, maybe he really should just disappear.

…

Three months later.

Theresia sat in the passenger seat of a black sports car, scrolling through Harrisburg’s trending topics. The headline had been everywhere for three days, and she found herself smiling.

Farris was driving. He glanced at her through the rearview mirror, curious. “What’s so funny, Teresa? Come on, let me in on the joke.”

After leaving Harrisburg, Theresia had started going by Teresa.

“Yeah, seems like it,” Teresa agreed.

Farris grinned in the mirror, all proud of himself. “You agreeing with me? Those four idiots are going to lose their minds when they hear about this. I’m texting every one of them. Got to brag a little.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?”

“It totally is.”

All Teresa could do was roll her eyes and laugh.

A few minutes later, Farris pulled up outside the best art gallery in Northwood.

After telling him goodbye, Teresa headed for the entrance.

Right at the doors, she glanced over and spotted that same red sports car in the parking lot. The license plate matched the one that had almost crashed into them.

She frowned but kept walking inside.

At the entrance, she stopped in her tracks.

She’d just come face to face with someone she hadn’t seen in a very long time.