Lauren had been pacing around the living room for what felt like hours, checking the time over and over again. She had left Larry alone for a while, letting him rest after his coughing fit from the night before. She wanted to believe him when he said he was fine. She wanted to trust that he wasn’t hiding something worse.
But deep down, she knew he wasn’t fine.
She was just about to pick up her phone to text him when the door creaked open, and Larry walked in, looking like he’d just rolled out of bed. His eyes were red and tired, his hair a mess, but he was still trying to pull off that cocky grin that usually made her heart race.
“You still alive?” Lauren asked, crossing her arms.
Larry gave her a half-hearted thumbs-up as he collapsed onto the couch, his legs stretched out in front of
