Esme
I love storms. The rain pounding against the window made me want to grab a book and curl up on the couch for a few hours. As much as I tried to focus on planning the next few events we had coming, I found myself staring outside watching the lightning flash through the dark sky. I glanced back down at my paper, resigned to get this done. We need to get our gatherings back on track. I was still impressed that Lucas came up with all of these events on his own. With everything going on the events had been pushed aside. Lucas had more than enough on his plate. This was something I could and should be able to do.
“Knock, knock,” Lucas’s voice called from the door as it swung open.
“Hey,” I smiled at him, grateful for the interruption, and laid my pen on the desk.
“Got a minute?” he a
