Lola's heart was pounding as she stared at the road. Her hand on her lap tightened until it trembled. All she could think about was the call from the doctor — someone she'd known in the past — telling her about Lawrence's condition.
According to the doctor, Lawrence had attempted suicide.
A hand held hers, making her look up at Atlas.
"We're almost there," he said. "Calm down."
She nodded but didn't speak. Not because she couldn't. She simply didn't know what to say or think. Her heart, however, knew exactly the emotion swelling in her chest.
Anger.
"How dare he try to kill himself?" she breathed, scoffing at the thought of Lawrence ending his life. "Even in the end, he's choosing the easy way out."
After all the neglect and maltreatment she'd endured, Lawrence had no right to take his life. He deserved to suffer — if not once, then at least as much as Lola had suffered because of him. She couldn't accept or even believe that he had done this.
