Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 95

“Daisy lost her balance and fell,” Yvonne said calmly, already at the front of the room. She placed her completed exam on the proctor’s desk. “Professor, I’m finished.”

“You’re done? Fine, get out of here,” he said, waving her away dismissively.

Yvonne stepped out of the classroom and saw Bennett leaning against a window at the end of the hall, smoking. Before she could walk over, someone called her name.

“Yvonne!” Rachel came running up, out of breath.

“What is it?” Yvonne asked, stopping.

“Look, I helped you back there, but you don’t have to thank me. I was under Queena’s influence before, and I treated you badly. Let’s just call it even,” Rachel said, fidgeting.

Yvonne found her words laughable. “First of all, I didn’t need your help to deal with Daisy’s accusation. Second, as one of my past tormentors, the harm you did can’t be so easily erased. I’m not the type to turn the other cheek.”

She wasn’t the original Yvonne, and she had no right to forgive anyone on her behalf. She turned to leave, but Rachel grabbed her arm.

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here! What more do you want? I’m sorry, okay? There, I said it…” Rachel trailed off, noticing that Yvonne wasn’t looking at her.

Following her gaze, Rachel saw the man standing down the hall. He was backlit by the window, a figure so compelling it was impossible to look away.

“No wonder you were in such a hurry to finish. Someone was waiting for you. Is that your boyfriend? He’s gorgeous!” Rachel gushed, practically drooling.

“No,” Yvonne said, her expression darkening.

The black Mercedes drove away from the campus, moving steadily down the wide street. Yvonne sat in the passenger seat, the seatbelt snug across her chest. Suddenly, she pressed a hand to her heart. A sharp, constricting pain seized her, and her breathing grew shallow. Black spots danced in front of her eyes. The original Yvonne’s heart condition was a ticking time bomb.

The car was quiet. Bennett, his hand on the steering wheel, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the color drain from her face.

“Are you alright?” he asked, frowning as he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“I’m fine. I just need some air,” she gasped, fumbling with her seatbelt. The moment she pushed the door open, her vision went completely black. She collapsed into Bennett’s arms and lost consciousness.

Yvonne didn’t know how long she was out. In her dream, she was back at the police academy.