The sheer disappointment radiating off him was palpable.
She had rarely seen Lawrence look so defeated. Even when she had rejected him all those years ago, he hadn't looked this crushed.
It was a rare sight.
Taking a breath of the crisp morning air, she was about to text him to come up, but he looked up at that exact moment.
They stared at each other across the distance. Bonnie offered a faint smile. Lawrence immediately straightened up, looking equal parts nervous and thrilled as a stiff smile spread across his face.
Idiot, she thought.
She turned and went back inside without a word.
Lawrence got the message. Grabbing the lunchbox, he bolted toward the building, taking the stairs three at a time. Pausing at her door to catch his breath, he went to knock, then remembered her ankle and just punched in the passcode.
When he walked in, Bonnie barely glanced up, but she said, "I guess I'll be troubling you for the next few days. Thank you."
Lawrence nodded frantically, looking like he'd just won the lottery. "It's no trouble at all. It's the least I can do."
Terrified she might overthink it, he scrambled to add, "When I was in the hospital, my mom told me you came by every single morning. Cooking a few meals and driving you to work is nothing. I—I don't even know how to properly thank you."
Watching him stumble over his words, Bonnie realized that simply letting him help out was, in his eyes, an act of supreme mercy.
She didn't quite know how to feel about that.
She lowered her eyes. "Let's not talk about the past."



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