Lawrence.
What was wrong with Leonard?
The question kept ringing inside my head.
I couldn't understand him. Couldn't he tell when the situation was this serious.
How could he possibly be letting this slide?
How could he stand there and watch Theresa walk away without fighting harder?
Didn't he see what was happening?
Didn't he realize how close we were to losing her?
My jaw tightened and a wave of frustration surged through me.
Theresa was talking about returning to Alex. Returning to the very place she had escaped from and somehow Leonard was acting as though everything would work itself out.
As though we had all the time in the world.
But the bitter truth was we didn't.
The thought alone made my chest tighten painfully.
It had taken us six whole years to find her again—six years of wishing for a second chance.
And now that we finally had her back, Leonard wanted to sit around and wait?
Absolutely not.
If he wanted to let her leave, then that was his choice.
