The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 118

Susan’s heart clenched when she heard those words. The way Petty said it, so calm and almost casual, made it clear she was serious about leaving her husband.

Back at the TV station, Petty sat at her desk, staring at her computer. She tried to focus on her scripts, but her mind kept drifting.

Maybe it was the dream from last night. She kept thinking about her parents, and the year they died.

She was seven when the Lane family went bankrupt. Her dad had to mortgage their house in The Glades, and they moved into this tiny, old apartment. It was barely big enough for them, and they had to sell everything valuable just to get by.

The size of the place never bothered her. As long as her parents were there, she was happy.

But that happiness didn’t last. Less than six months later, her parents were gone.

The shock of losing them was so much, she forgot a lot of the details, like her mind just wiped it all away. All she really remembered was that morning… her parents lying there in a pool of blood, each holding a gun.

The coroner and the police said it was suicide.

She never believed it. Her parents loved her more than anything. She couldn’t imagine them leaving her like that, with nothing but a letter.

When she was older, she asked someone to pull their death certificates and autopsy reports. There was nothing suspicious. Everything pointed to suicide.

So why did she keep dreaming about that blurry boy standing there that morning?

Petty rubbed her temples, trying to shake the headache building behind her eyes. Maybe she was just stressed out from the divorce with Franco.

Growing up, it was just the three of them in that old, quiet apartment. Nobody ever visited. There was definitely no boy. She couldn’t remember anyone like that.

She took a sip of water, then patted her cheeks, trying to wake herself up.

Suddenly, she remembered she was supposed to meet her coach tonight for a self-defense lesson. But after last night, with Franco in the car… the cramped space, her legs pressed up to her chest… she was so sore today she could barely walk.

She never really understood before, but now she knew how Harris felt about her. It didn’t make her happy, or excited. Honestly, it just made her anxious.

Still, those feelings faded fast. Petty was never the type to get stuck in her own head.

Things were always easier if you just faced them.

And Harris was the kind of person who handled things with dignity.

After replying to Harris, Petty finished up her scripts, messaged Jared, and headed to the hospital.

She parked, got out of her car, and saw Harris walking toward her.

“Petty.” Harris was wearing his white coat, moving with his usual calmness. He walked straight over, gently closed her car door, and smiled at her. “Let me go with you.”