Laureen’s POV.
I heard footsteps, it was Mr. Arlo. Tristan’s dad. He looked at Tristan, as if he was analyzing the entire situation. Then his gaze finally landed on me.
“Laureen!”, he called out my name softly, and I bursted into tears. I don't know where the energy came from.
I could no longer hold it together. Everything I’d been trying to hold inside broke loose, and I crumpled into his arms, my sobs spilling out before I could stop them.
His arms wrapped around me, steady and unyielding, and I felt a small measure of comfort, even if it was fleeting.
“I came as soon as I heard. What happened?” he said, his voice trying to hold back the worry.
I broke out of his arms, “I'm so sorry, sir. It is all my fault…” I managed, choking on the words, “I was the one who decided that we shou
