Her calmness made Jonathan Quintero pause slightly. "Aren't you going to run away?" he asked, loosening his tie with an almost casual motion.
"Can I really escape?" she replied, a faint, ironic smile tugging at her lips.
She had tried before, once when she left prison, again when she saw him at the mall, but in the end… he always found her.
Sometimes it felt like fate delighted in its cruel twists, forcing everything back to square one. Ridiculous, tragic, yet utterly inevitable.
"You can't escape," Jonathan said, his voice low and heavy. "Even if you try this time, I will find you again."
"So there's no need to run," Lauren shrugged, as if surrendering entirely. "So, Mr. Quintero… how do you expect me to repay the life I supposedly owe you?"
Jonathan pressed his lips together, his gaze intense. "I'm curious. After you got out of prison, who helped you erase all traces of yourself?"
Lauren's voice was calm, almost casual. "A friend."
