Emily
The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped inside. Lucas stood by the window, his back partially to me, he didn't turn, but I knew he was aware of every breath I took.
My heart hammered against my ribs, and my palms were slick with a cold sweat. I had replayed this moment in my head a hundred times on the way here, from the airfield but now, standing here in his presence, every one of those carefully constructed sentences dissolved into dust.
He turned slowly, his face unreadable, I wasn't sure what to say, how to begin to bridge the distance I had created. Finally, I let out a deep, shaky breath, "Lucas, I..." My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat and tried again, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "I'm so sorry."
The words felt small, impossibly insufficient for the weight
