Part 28
Did I?” he asked. “I can’t even remember what I said that night.” He looked at Lola, that same expression he had in her room earlier. There was an ache in his eyes. He slid his warm hand onto her cheek and smoothed away the stray tear that lingered with his thumb. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t break his gaze. Her breath grew more rapid as her brain tried to keep up. She needed to move, to get out of the car, but she couldn’t.
Mark looked at her from one eye to the other.
“You should go,” he finally whispered, and lowered his hand to his lap.
Part 29
Everything felt heavy as she broke her gaze, and reached for the door handle.
“Lola,” his voice sounded hoarse. “I need you to know…whatever it is, whatever is happening, my only focus is making sure you’re safe.”
She felt herself nod. Then she exited the car, traveling to the house, barely able to feel her legs.
Once she was inside the front door, she began to breath again, but her eyes burned with fresh tears. Her stomach tied in knots.
“What’s wrong?” Tom asked as she passed him in the living room.
She ignored him, and she went straight to her room, and collapsed onto her bed. Big, heavy sobs exploded from her body.
How could she have done that? She thought. How could she have almost kissed someone else? Wave after wave of guilt swept over her. She felt like she had cheated on Kyle, why hadn't she been strong enough to look away? What kind of monster was she?
As her body became exhausted, and her sobs quieted to low murmur, a small thought started to form. Slowly at first, then larger until she could fully grasp it.
If Kyle knew that something might happen, if he had been prepared...was the accident still her fault?
She sat straight up, suddenly more aware than she had been for months. If that were true, she wasn't a murderer. His death wasn't because of her. She didn't kill him.
But then who did?
She glanced over to her dresser where the envelope sat. He was trying to tell her.
A faint knock on her door sounded, and she jumped, then stood, shaking and to answer it.
"I thought you might want some hot chocolate," Tommy said standing there, holding her favorite mug.
"Listen Tom," Lola started before she could stop herself. "I need your help."
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