LAUREN MOSS
“Lauren!” After sometime, Samuel’s voice echoes.
“Yes?” I ask him, dazed from how frustrated I am, replaying everything that happened today and before too.
“What really happened? Is there something you want to tell us about your relationship with your family?” he asks, and I swallow hard.
“Just what I already told you. Or are you going to tell me you also believed everything they said?” I question him, and I feel him watching me for a few moments, as if he didn’t buy my brief explanation.
“I’m a special agent for a reason, Lauren,” he replies, and I smile, looking at the window. “Do you want to do anything else, or can I take you back to Blake’s mansion?” he asks.
“Uh… can we stop by a mall first?” I ask. “I promise it’ll be really quick, you won’t even need to get out of
