Lucas
The moment Emily stepped into the dining room in that nightie my breath hitched. I had spent the entire breakfast and the drive to Lily’s school battling a relentless thought I desperately wanted to keep at bay. Every time I managed to push the image away, it would resurface more vivid than before.
“Almost there, sir,” Peter announced, I grunted an acknowledgment my gaze fixed on the passing city.
The moment we arrived at Lily’s school, I stepped out, the cool morning air a welcome slap to my face, and I accompanied Lily to her classroom. Her small hand, usually so eager to cling to mine felt a little looser today. Her bright eyes scanned the room, a subtle disappointment crossing her face. My gaze followed hers, and I instantly registered the change. The teacher at the front of
