After the quarrel, Olivia was afraid of speaking to me. I sat in a daze for the entire day, lost in my thoughts.
“Amy, didn’t you go to the hospital? Let me look at your forehead wound. Sit up, and I'll take care of it for you.” Lucas came over, whispering in my ear, but I didn't feel like answering him.
He gently tended to the wound. His usually gentle face took on a hint of severity. His lips downturned, and I nearly couldn’t feel his hands on my forehead. He used a soft tome when he talked with me, while I found myself looking away at the collar of his white shirt.
It was easy to understand why he was being so kind to me. But I felt that I was a dead man without a soul. Lucas was such a good man, and I had no right to enter his life.
My phone vibrated twice. It was a message f
