Laz understood her perspective. If he had been hurt and betrayed as deeply as she had, he doubted he could endure it either.
But knowing she was moving out of the dorms made his chest tighten with worry.
Where would she go? Did she have a place off campus? Or was she planning something far more drastic?
The terror in her eyes earlier had been unmistakable, she was planning to disappear.
Panic surged through him as he rushed to his car, driving recklessly back to his dorm. He had a race tomorrow, but practice was the last thing on his mind.
If something happened to her, what would he do? The thought alone made him nauseous.
He burst into his dorm, ignoring the concerned questions from his roommates.
"Yo, you okay? You look like hell. Have you been crying?"
