LILYA
We walked home after spending time with Lucas's father, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and concern. Lucas had never really talked about his parents before, and now that he finally opened up, I wanted to understand more about his past. I gently asked, "Lucas, why didn't you tell me about your father before? I mean, I wouldn't have pried if you weren't comfortable sharing, but I'm here for you, you know?"
He gave me a small smile. "I knew you wouldn't let it go, Liyla. But it's not that I didn't want to share. It's just that my childhood was tough, and talking about my parents brings back a lot of memories."
"I understand," I replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "You can share as much or as little as you want, but I'm here to listen whenever you're ready."
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