chapter 32
Six months later… Saturday arrived quietly, wrapped in the pale light of an early winter morning—June 20th. Luke stood in front of the full-length mirror, hands shoved into his pockets, studying his reflection like it might betray him if he looked too long. The clothes June had picked out clung to him differently than his usual ones—sharper, cleaner, unfamiliar. He tilted his head, his expression twisting with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if he liked it… or if it was simply too much. Behind him, June sat cross-legged on his bed, watching him with an amused smile that only widened the longer he stared at himself. “Oh, come on, Luke,” she said brightly. “That outfit is not bad. You actually look really good.” He glanced at her through the mirror, unimpressed. “Good?” she continued, sta
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