That heart-racing sensation was something the twenty-nine-year-old Lawrence hadn't felt in an eternity. It was a terrifying mix of the deeply familiar and the entirely foreign.
It filled him with both a profound nostalgia and a hollow ache.
He had to exert a tremendous amount of willpower to shove those chaotic emotions back into the depths of his mind.
He gripped the steering wheel, desperate to prevent this brief moment of vulnerability from morphing into an awkward chasm between them.
Testing the waters, he pivoted to a safe topic. "By the way, I heard Helen and Ned are getting married this October?"
Bonnie nodded. "October second. I'm going to be her bridesmaid."
The couple had been dating for ten years. A wedding now was considered long overdue, but Helen had always maintained since college that dating and marriage were two very different beasts. She swore she would only walk down the aisle and have children when she was absolutely ready.
"I ran into them at the hospital a couple of years ago. Ned was having a minor procedure for intestinal polyps," Lawrence said with a soft smile. "My vision was still pretty blurry back then, but my hearing had gotten incredibly sharp. I heard them talking before I even saw them."
Helen had been relentlessly roasting Ned for being a massive coward before the surgery, making him so mad he refused to speak to her. Mrs. Sutton had the loudest, most infectious laugh that echoed down the entire corridor.
"I went over to say hi, and we chatted for a bit. When I asked about the wedding, they mentioned it was set for this year. Their new house just finished construction, so once the fresh paint smell airs out, they can move right in after the wedding."
Bonnie hadn't heard the full story from Helen. Recalling their conversation at the airport, she smiled. "She mentioned running into you. She said you had changed a lot, that you looked more like the guy you were back in college."
Lawrence raised an eyebrow. "Really? I was still in rehab back then and hadn't fully recovered. I think I only weighed about a hundred and thirty pounds. I was basically a skeleton."
"She didn't mean your physical appearance. She meant your vibe. She said your smile looked a little goofy," Bonnie said, glancing sideways at him. Truth be told, he really did resemble his college self now, both inside and out.
Lawrence understood instantly, answering with a self-deprecating joke. "It was probably just my mindset. After being bedridden for two months, finally being able to stand up and walk again makes a guy pretty damn happy."



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