~Lorenzo POV~
I groggily poured another cup of black coffee into my mug. It was a beautiful warm Autumn Day, and I was sitting outside on the patio dining table, eating breakfast with Victor, Bella, Frank and Sebastian. Rose, the maid placed a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns in front of me. I politely nodded my head in appreciation. Though normally I would have scoffed down two or three full plates of Elsie’s cooking in under twenty minutes, I barely had an appetite given my sleepless night. I may have gotten two hours of rest if that.
After Carmen ran out of my room all I could see was her panicked eyes and they haunted me the rest of the night. I still didn’t understand what happened. It didn’t take a genius to see that Carmen had some form of PTSD and something I said
