Chapter 20 – The Weight of Missing You
Lucas’s POV
Dante leaned back on the leather chair in my office, his eyes studying me like he was trying to read beyond my words. “So… what’s going on, Lucas?”
I let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of my neck. My chest felt heavy, like there was too much inside me pressing to be freed. Finally, I sat down at the edge of my desk, staring at the polished wood like it held the answers I couldn’t find.
“Dante…” I exhaled slowly. “I think I’ve fallen in love.”
His brows shot up immediately. “Wow. That’s… that’s big news, man. So—” his lips curved into a teasing grin “—who’s the lucky girl? Don’t tell me it’s someone from work. Or some random model.”
I shook my head, a humorless smile tugging at my lips. “You know her already.”
He sat up straight
