He was Lucas, my first ex-husband (if Ryan didn't count).
"How are you feeling? Any better lately?" I walked over to Lucas.
Since learning about Lucas's illness, Alex had been calling me every month to update me on his condition.
Last time, Alex told me the doctor suggested a change of environment for Lucas, advising against staying cooped up at home, believing it might aid his recovery.
I wondered, had Alex persuaded Lucas to come here?
"Much better," Lucas replied reluctantly. "Alex insisted on dragging me here." He glared at Alex.
It was Alex's idea, after all.
Seeing him evoked a mix of emotions. Our divorce had been messy, and I hadn't seen him in years. His illness seemed to have mellowed him considerably; he used to have a fiery temper.
"It's been a while, Lucas," I said so
