I stood there in the doorway, gaping at the two persons who were currently in front of me. Mr. and Mrs. Ravena, Lucas’ parents, and respected politicians.
Shit, why are they here? This was the first time they ever visited me. It’s not like I have a bad relationship with them, but it’s not so good too. I remember the first time Lucas introduced me to them as his girlfriend, and I could say that the atmosphere was kind of nerve-wracking, but they didn’t say anything bad. They just asked me necessary questions, and nothing more.
Had they found out what their son was doing? Did Lucas tell them? Are they here to give consolation or apologies?
“Did my son do that to you? You look kind of fine now, don’t you?” Lucas’ mother asked, scanning me from head to tone. Her tone wasn’t that of
