CHAPTER 51
LAUREN MOSS
I don’t know how many minutes passed, and I stayed here, waiting to calm myself down. My head hurts, I don’t understand anything, I can’t do anything, and once again, I’m being hated.
Being me is not easy.
I managed to calm down enough to drive back to Blake’s mansion. I arrived in just a few minutes, parked in the usual spot, and went inside.
Blake isn’t here, and apparently neither is Penelope.
I’m alone.
I rush to my room, wash my hands, and grab my laptop.
The good thing about somehow getting into the FBI is that I’ve learned far more than I should have, maybe.
“Let’s see if I can figure out what the hell this is,” I mutter, sitting cross-legged on the bed, slipping off my flats, and turning on my laptop.
I open my phone again and take a scre
