There was a part of Rachel that was pretty happy with what she was receiving, and she really didn't want to ask for more. As long as there was still hope then things would eventually work themselves out, right?
Right.
She didn't flinch when L put his hand on her back, she just kept still, and shook her head. "He attempted once when we were seventeen. I wasn't there, it was my dad who found him. They took him to a mental hospital, because he said he'd do it again," Rachel found herself explaining. "I asked him why, but he never said."
Then her face lit up, almost as if remembering something important, and for the longest time Rachel just couldn't speak. She was too in shock to even utter anything.