Lawrence clutched the blanket tightly, savoring the faint trace of warmth.
"I thought it was all temporary. I planned to find you as soon as she stabilized. But the day I finally tried to call you, she appeared right behind me without a sound. She was holding a knife she'd found God knows where..."
The memory was still burned into his mind. Just thinking about it made his pulse race. He could never forget the look in Hannah's eyes that day—ice-cold, deceptively calm, yet hiding a bloodthirsty, predatory madness.
It entirely shattered every impression he'd ever had of her.
"Hannah demanded to know if I was contacting you, if I was too soft-hearted to break things off, or if I had simply changed my mind. She asked if I didn't love her anymore, if I wanted to abandon her and the baby to choose you. She said two-timing bastards deserved to die a terrible death. She said you deserved to die too, and that if you were dead, I wouldn't be so torn."
Lawrence remembered her saying those horrifying words with the casual calm of discussing the weather. She gripped the knife as if, at any second, she might plunge it into his chest—or hunt Bonnie down and gut her.
Hannah had severe psychological issues. She was so mentally ill that she could mutilate herself without a second thought. She would slash her arms and legs to ribbons, seemingly unable to feel the pain. What would she do to someone else?
Lawrence had been genuinely terrified that if he didn't break up with Bonnie, Hannah would snap completely and do something irreversibly tragic.
He closed his eyes in agony, the next words tearing his heart to shreds just to speak them.
"Hannah forced me to end things with you right then and there. She took my phone... and sent you that text. Under those circumstances, we had no other choice." Lawrence bowed his head. "I am so incredibly sorry."
Whether out of familial duty or profound guilt toward the Blair family, he and his parents had chosen Hannah.
They were terrified she would self-harm or, in a fit of mania, do something that couldn't be undone.
Odette and Carl's plan had been to temporarily stabilize Hannah's emotions, bring in a psychiatrist, and then ideally abort the baby during her treatment.
They couldn't let that child ruin her life.

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