#Chapter 56 - The Evidence Board

By the time we made it back to the house, most of the tears had stopped rolling down my cheeks and my breathing finally slowed down. I didn’t need a mirror to know that I probably looked like an emotional wreck. But, honestly, what did it matter? I could feel my eyes were puffy and doubt still red and swollen from all the excessive crying I’d let out. Poor Lorenzo’s shirt was nearly soaked through, but he didn’t seem to care. He’d managed to console most of my whimpers and torn-up words I’d inflicted on myself, but wasn’t able to stop the tears from flowing. Nonetheless, he helped me out of the car and tried to touch me up where he could. He fixed my clothes back into place and wiped away what little makeup had smudged. I kept the awful letter gripped tightly in my hand white we ascended the front steps. I could tell that many of the staff were looking at us through the windows, trying to snag a proper glance at me. Keeping my head tucked down toward my chest, the two of us made