The ride back to Drake’s house was heavy with silence. Neither spoke, as if words had lost their place. Lucy didn’t even notice tears slipping down her cheeks until Drake abruptly hit the brakes. “s**t! Baby—hey, why are you crying?” His voice cracked with worry as he reached over, gently wiping her tears away. His brows furrowed, pain etched across his face as if her tears cut deeper than any wound. Lucy shook her head, brushing at her cheeks. “I’m fine, Drake. Everything will be okay. I know it will.” Drake sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. “I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. If only I had faced this sooner… maybe it wouldn’t have come to this.” “You don’t have to apologize,” she said softly but firmly. “I told you, I’ll be with you through everything. I’m not leaving, no mat

