Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Two

Lauren's POV

Shirley was responsible for my mother’s death. I scoffed at the thought of that as I looked over at Jameson. Even if the pieces fit together in theory, it didn’t make any sense. Shirley had lost a lot as well. There was just no way that it was possible.

“That’s ridiculous,” I finally said, taking multiple steps away from Jameson to clear my head. But no matter how many times I tried to shove it out of my head, the thought still came back.

“It’s not. You and I know it’s not. Even if you refuse to admit it out loud, I know that in your heart, you’re thinking about it,” he said.

I shook my head and started to walk towards my car. All I wanted was to go to bed, close my eyes, and wake up the next morning without a single recollection of what I had just been told.

Jameson, not willing to read the room and figure out that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, walked behind me and just kept talking.

“What are you going to do about this? I