ASHLEY’S POV
That night, I sat at my desk trying to finish the last of my homework, but the numbers on the page kept blurring. My room was quiet.
I rubbed my eyes and leaned back, stretching my sore shoulders. I was just about to pack up when something flickered at the corner of my window - movement. A shadow.
My heart jumped. At first, I thought maybe it was a stray cat or the tree swaying, but when I looked again, I froze. A figure stood directly outside my window.
The figure was tall with broad shoulders. His head was slightly bowed like he was debating whether to knock or disappear.
It was Lucas.
But not the Lucas I was used to. Not the calm, controlled, mysterious Lucas who acted like nothing ever touched him. This Lucas looked wrecked. He had bandages wrapped around his forea
