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Lucas had not come home quickly as he had said. It was already dawn and there was no sign of him. He had only sent a text, saying he would be back soon. Now, it was seven in the morning and I was in the kitchen, making breakfast.
As soon as I poured myself some milk, the front door opened and I heard footsteps. I didn't bother saying anything until I saw Lucas walk into the kitchen with clothes different from what he had worn earlier. In my head, I became suspicious.
"Good morning," I said and he smiled at me.
"Hi," he said, sounding tired. He approached me and leaned against the island behind me.
"So, how's the baby?" I asked and turned around with my glass of milk.
"He had a serious fever. I kinda slept off on a couch at the hospital and woke up a few minutes ago. I was so tire
