Chapter 87: Gaslight Me
Reese
(Trigger Warning: Self-harm. Mentions of Self-harm. Depictions of self-harm.)
Lauren White.
Was I surprised to find her waiting outside our door? No.
Did I expect her to actually listen to the stern warning I gave her the last time? Also no.
Some people were like weeds—ugly, persistent, and impossible to kill no matter how many times you ripped them out. Lauren had always been that kind of weed.
She stood there like she owned the entire floor, hair disheveled, designer clothes wrinkled and stained, eyes wild with the kind of unhinged obsession that made my skin crawl.
The moment the elevator doors opened and she saw us, her gaze locked onto me with pure, burning longing. She didn’t even glance at Lizzie at first.
“Reese,” she breathed, the sing
