When I spotted Lauren for the first time since she had betrayed me, something inside of me started ticking like what I would imagine the inside of a bomb to feel like right before it exploded. The feeling I was experiencing was surreal to say the least. So much shit had happened to me since the last time I saw Lauren. I felt like someone’s eyes were constantly on me. I noticed it after the condo burned down, and even though I tried to ignore it, there was no mistaking that I was being hunted. I coulda sworn I was about to get jacked as I left Ryan’s house, but the SUV tailing me did nothing. Spooky as shit to not know why I was being followed and why those thugs left me for dead in my burning condo. All I knew was this situation had something to do with Lauren. She either set me up or . . . I squinted my eyes into slits and blew air out of my flaring nostrils like a bull on attack. Up until that moment, I didn’t know how I would feel or react if I had ever laid eyes on Lauren again, but now I knew.
