On sighting me, Lucas rushed towards me, his worried expression was unmistakable.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning my body as if searching for any signs of harm. I took a step back, and he quickly composed himself. "Err, sorry about that," he muttered, his voice trailing off.
"I was just..." he paused, seeming to struggle for words. "Well, I'm glad you're okay," he said finally, his gaze drifting towards the police station before returning to me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone casual, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about him. I studied his face, trying to pinpoint what was bothering me, but he just looked concerned. Still, my instincts told me to be cautious.
I was convinced Lucas knew something about the Prescott family, and now
