Chapter 55 - 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.