The very next morning, I walk up to the building where Briana and Calvin reside. A penthouse, of course, with a car garage somewhere up there, but given how the security insisted that I park in the visitors' section, he must have been told not to let me in.
Which is fine. It's all going to end soon anyway. I will make sure of that. We will. The lies can't go on any longer, especially if they continue to hurt people along the way. Innocent lives at that.
I soon reach the large brown door with gold bold letters written in cursive:
LAWRENCE FAMILY.
A scoff escapes from me before I can stop myself. As if telling the world they are a family will mask the dread written all over Briana's face. I saw some of the guests at the funeral yesterday staring at her. Could hear them whispering behind the couple's backs about how Calvin's wife looks drained, or how he seemed not to pay attention to her despite the pregnancy.
The bastard isn't even making an effort to hide it.
