I“Charlotte, I swear I will get on my knees and beg…”
The struggle he was having with my silent ponderings was clear in Lucas"s eyes. I smiled warmly, reaching over to caress his cheek. “It"s alright, Lucas. I"m just not sure how to explain how I feel without sounding like an idiot.”
He captured my hand and held it tightly. “Try. Please.”
“I"m happy at your house. With all of you.”
“Yes?”
He searched my face and I knew he didn"t understand. I sighed. “I"m really happy at your house. With you. Happier than I"ve been since my family were killed. I feel… safe there.” I risked a glimpse into his eyes, frightened of what I would see. He continued gazing at me, no sign of concerns that I was losing my mind. “When I went back to the cottage, I realized how sad and alone I"ve been. How much I
