The air in Lauren’s apartment was thick with unspoken words as Margaret and Larry finally prepared to leave. The initial shock of the revelation had settled into a tense quiet, but the weight of everything that had just unfolded still lingered.
Margaret hadn’t stopped fussing over Larry, her worried hands lingering on his arm even as they stood by the door. She looked like she wanted to say more, to ask a thousand questions at once, but she held back—perhaps for his sake, perhaps because she didn’t trust herself not to break down again.
Lauren stayed a step back, watching them, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The moment felt too heavy, too raw, and yet, a part of her was relieved. At least now, Larry wasn’t hiding anymore.
“I think we need to visit the hospital. Emily, we will
