The storage loft had two wooden doors, but the hinges were broken. Since it was rarely used, the previous tenant had simply hung a curtain over it.
Bonnie felt a delayed flush of heat creep up her neck. Avoiding Lawrence's gaze, she edged along the wall, pulling a can of bug spray from the freshly organized cabinet.
Lawrence stepped back onto the chair, blinking his irritated eyes. He didn’t dare rub them; they were far too sensitive these days. Squinting, he managed a few sprays, but a cloud of dust and fumes hit him right in the face. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the harsh chemical scent to clear.
Oblivious to his discomfort, Bonnie looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes. "Are you sure there aren't any bugs left? They haven't built a nest up there, have they?"
Tears streamed down Lawrence's face as he blinked rapidly, the moisture finally bringing some relief. He couldn't help but chuckle. "I promise, it's clear. Or do you want me to lift you up so you can see for yourself?"
Bonnie pressed her lips together and shook her head. "No thanks," she said, her voice crisp.
Hearing her tone, Lawrence felt a sudden, suffocating ache in his chest.
For a fleeting second, the image of an eighteen-year-old Bonnie overlapped with the twenty-seven-year-old woman standing before him.
His eyes burned with something more than just dust.
Taking a slow, steadying breath, he handed the bug spray down to her. "The leftover hardware from the furniture is in the storage box on your entryway console. Could you grab it for me, Bonnie?"
She found it quickly and jogged back. Lawrence sifted through the loose screws, found what he needed, and repaired the broken hinges.
It wasn’t a major fix. Once the wooden doors were reattached, he took a damp cloth and meticulously wiped them down until not a speck of dust remained.
Standing below, Bonnie took a few steps back. Seeing that the doors were perfectly flush, a wave of relief washed over her.
Lawrence offered a soft smile, drawing the curtain back across the doors to hide the unfinished edges.
His eyes were stinging fiercely now. Leaning against the wall, he used the back of his hand to nudge his glasses up and rubbed his face. Bonnie finally noticed his distress and hurried forward to steady him.


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