AVA'S POV
Days turned into weeks, the passage of time marked by Lucas's unwavering presence at Amelia's side. Each visit brought with it a new ray of hope, as he offered her small gestures of kindness and companionship that gradually pieced together the fragments of her shattered heart.
One afternoon, Lucas arrived at Amelia's doorstep, a gentle smile on his face and a basket of freshly baked cookies in his hands. Amelia opened the door, her eyes weary from a restless night spent grappling with her grief. But the sight of Lucas, his warm presence and the tantalizing aroma of the cookies, caused a faint glimmer of anticipation to flicker within her.
"I thought you might enjoy some homemade cookies," Lucas said, his voice soft and comforting. "They always bring a bit of comfort during di
