Lucas stood, gathered the first-aid kit as if he was unsure of his next step. He then made his way toward the door, and I couldn't hold it in any longer.
“Wait,” I blurted out, my voice cracking mid-word.
He stopped instantly, his back stiffening before he turned to look at me. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. Then his gaze dropped slightly, catching the tear tracks on my cheeks. I didn’t even realize I was crying until a sob bubbled out of me, unbidden and raw.
“Bella…” he said, his voice soft, hesitant.
I shook my head violently, burying my face in my hands. “I’m sorry… I just—” The words clogged my throat, hot and messy, refusing to come out the way I wanted them to.
In two quick strides, he was in front of me again. He crouched down, his hands lightly
