LUCIAN'S ROOM : THAT NIGHT
Lucian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The house was silent. Leah had gone to bed hours ago. But sleep wouldn't come.
His mind kept drifting back to Georgia. To the video call. To the conversation they'd almost had before Mark interrupted.
He should have just said it. Should have told her everything right then. But Mark had come home, and Georgia had ended the call, and now Lucian was left lying here with the words still stuck in his throat.
Lucian shifted, his hand rubbing over his face. His chest felt tight. Restless, he missed her.
It had only been a few hours since they'd talked, but he missed her. Missed the way she looked at him. Missed the sound of her v
