It took Hannah a long time to find her voice. “So you’re not coming home… are you just living here now?”
Lawrence’s lips parted as if he wanted to explain, to tell her he had only crashed here last night and was usually too scared to come back. But whatever he was going to say got stuck somewhere deep inside him, trapped and unsaid.
He had changed so much over the years. Quiet. Withdrawn. Like someone trying to shrink from the world.
Hannah didn’t push for an answer. She took a step closer, her laugh low and empty, not really directed at anyone. “Is it because you can’t forget her? You go out of your way to avoid me, hiding out here, clinging to memories… is that it?”
Lawrence’s breath grew heavier. Pain flickered in his eyes, sharp enough to sting every nerve in Hannah’s body.
Her voice trembled, on the very edge of breaking, “What about me, Lawrence… do you ever think about how I feel?”
“When we were in the States, you said your classes were overwhelming and your startup was all-consuming. Even when I was pregnant, you’d find any excuse to disappear. Every single time, I had to ask Abbot just to figure out where you were. I had to beg your parents to talk to you, just to get you to show your face. While I was waiting in misery and dread, who were you really thinking about?”
Lawrence closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s all you ever say,” Hannah shot back, tears gathering in her eyes as she stared him down. “After Jasper was born, did you ever once look after him? Not even for a day. When my mom took Jasper back home, did you ever bother to video call, even once?”
Lawrence didn’t say a word, standing there like a statue, looking fine on the outside but hollowed out and turning to dust on the inside.



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