Odette let out a quiet sigh, bracing herself against the wall as she eased onto a chair in the hallway. She was waiting for Lawrence to show up. Today, they’d asked Quentin to come over and talk with Hannah.
She waited more than twenty minutes before Lawrence finally appeared. Snow was melting off his coat and dripping onto the floor. His hair hung a little too long over his forehead, slipping into his eyes and hiding just how lost he looked.
He shuffled over and sat beside her, hands shaking so badly he couldn’t hide it.
Odette jumped, then reached for his hand. The cold shot through her. “What happened to you? You’re soaked in snow. Why are you so cold?”
Lawrence just shook his head. “Did Quentin get here yet?”
Odette gently touched his forehead, checking for a fever. Her worry softened when she found he wasn’t burning up. “The snow is bad out there, he said he’d be a bit late.” She hesitated for a moment. “You haven’t really slept in days. Please, don’t keep putting yourself through this, sweetheart.”
He didn’t want to suffer. He just couldn’t sleep. His whole body felt off, but the ache was too vague to name. Every time he laid down, closed his eyes, he was suddenly panicked. Sometimes he’d get dizzy or nauseous, feeling like the floor was made of clouds, like he could drop through at any second.
Lawrence let out a shaky breath, pain written on his face as he leaned back against the wall. The image of Bonnie and Aiken flashed through his mind—walking together under an umbrella, laughing, looking happy. He couldn’t shake it.
Scenes kept playing and replaying: Bonnie’s bright smile as she held a birthday present, Aiken ducking his head with that gentle grin. The memories broke apart, each tiny piece cutting into Lawrence, digging deep where no one could see.
He had bought birthday gifts too. For three years, every time Bonnie’s birthday rolled around, every anniversary, he picked something out for her. But each time, he ended up hiding them away.


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