Lauren hadn’t meant to pick a fight.
She had walked into his apartment with the intention of checking on him.
But the moment she brought up Margaret, everything fell apart.
"You still haven’t told her?" she asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter.
Larry, sprawled on the couch, barely looked up from his phone. "Nope."
Lauren clenched her jaw. "Why not?"
Larry sighed, rubbing his temple. "Because it’s not a big deal."
"Not a…" Lauren stopped, blinking. "Larry. You have kidney cancer."
He gave her a lazy shrug like she had just told him he had a cold.
The casual dismissal made something snap inside her.
"You need help," she said, her voice sharper now. "You can’t keep this from your family. They deserve to know."
Larry finally looked at her then, eyes darkening.
